It's not all sunshine and rainbows after Voldie's gone- the first of a series of related poems examining our favorite characters after the end of the war.

A romanticism of Neal's last few moments. A poem for a dead poet.

I never knew that Death had hair like charcoal flames- a story of life and death as told by Haymitch and Maysilee.

A poem imagining in a more innocent way the wild abandonment that is the Capitol. Don't we all dance to forget about our demons?

There is one question the reporters never fail to ask Hermione; here's the answer she gives every time.

Luna's never seen Hogwarts as a castle, only as the ruins it will become.

It's been nine months since Neville has tended to the flowers in his parents' room at St. Mungo's. He really doesn't care for what's become of them.

It's years later, and George, bereft of memories, is dancing around the truth.