It's in the differences of the light, Ginny thinks, and what they let her see. /Or seven times Ginny looked at Harry and saw him as he was.

I tried to forget you, you know. I never could. /A letter from Remus to Sirius in which he writes all the things he wishes he could tell him face to face.

When Potter dies, they keep Weasley in the dungeon of the Manor. You find yourself watching him. He never does lose hope. /AU fic, RonHermione, RonDraco, violence, torture, character death and a ridiculous lack of fluff. Apologies./ First Place in Rhythmic Gymnastics, Hogwarts Games!

Six times in which Luna is perfect and Bill is a blushing, bumbling fool who should know better than to love her. Canon compliant, BillFleur, one-sided BillLuna.

It's perfect. And then you go and ruin it all because you're just as young and stupid as you pretend you're not.

He's just a boy who fell in love with summer and she's just a girl who should've known better. Companion piece to Last Girl Standing's "every breath we drew was hallelujah"

In which Hannah works in a bakery, Luna grows sunflowers, and goodbyes taste like vanilla icing. /First Place in both WeasleySeeker's Goodbye Competition and the lola's Last Kiss Competition!

"It's magical, isn't it?" she asks, but you don't answer. You're too busy counting the stars that shine in her dark eyes.

"He's mad. He can't be hearing his parents. They're dead. But he sees now that maybe going insane isn't as bad as they make it out to be. Maybe being a little bit crazy can be good for you; maybe it's a good thing." In which we watch Harry grow from a bright-eyed little boy to a war-hardened hero who may or may not have gone mad along the way.

"You know what's right and you know what's wrong. Now all you have to do is choose which one you want to fight for." Draco/Seamus slash.

She knows it couldn't possibly end well but still she cuts her legs to ribbons so that when the harsh winter winds blow, she can feel that icy kiss on her wounds and remember that she still breathes.

They made her play the piano. They stood behind her and watched for every misplaced finger and every wrong note. They killed the music. /First Place in Hurdles, Hogwarts Games!/

You walk around in a body that doesn't quite fit and you speak in gruff, cryptic words to hide the truth. One boy sees through you. He is seventeen. He is a Hufflepuff. And he is a champion.

She sings. As the notes shift between you, dancing from her mouth into the very red shell of your ear, you think you might be in love. /First Place in TayaCurragh's Your Favourite Pairing with a Twist Challenge!/

He thinks he's in this alone but he's not.

He's not what you dreamt you'd want. 92 words.

For so many years, you just sit in their shadows and you smile. You never did like people watching you. Except for him.

You tiptoe around one another and pretend that you're just friends but there's always that glow of "what if" and "maybe" when you sit too close together on cold days.

He comes to her in the middle of the night. She cannot cure him, but she tries nonetheless.

He was the first man to /show/ you a dragon and it was the worst thing he could have done. You fell in LOVE .