At Kings Cross, Harry was given a choice. Did he want to return to the world, or board the train? In the story we all know, he chooses to return and become a hero. But what if he had made the other choice? Now, without their leader, the rebellion against The Dark Lord falls, sending a small group of survivors running for their lives. Post Deathly Hallows A/U. T for violence

Lily must have known he was watching her and decided to torment him. Her laugh carried up the hill to the tree Severus sat beneath; rose gold glinting as she tossed her hair. "James! You can't just say those thing to people!" Her delicate voice gasped, lighting a fire in Potter's eyes. He enjoyed shocking her; making a blush glow on her face.-A one-shot. Snily and Jily. NO BASHING

Taking her hand, Tom pressed it to his lips. "I am obsessed with you, Merope. This child joins us together. We will never be parted." He wrapped his arms around her. Reassured, Merope decided not to put the Amortentia in his tea the next morning. Tom loved her, this much she knew. Also, what was the worst that could happen? (A tale of love, death, and the birth of Tom Riddle Jr.)

Desperately trying to ignore the prickling he felt on his left forearm, Draco chewed his bottom lip firmly. The taste of salt filled his mouth, but he cared not. He was numb. Completely separated from the world. Already resigned to his grim fate. He had chosen the wrong friends. Joined the wrong army. Worshiped the wrong hero. (The trial of the Malfoys) Post Deathly Hallows

"Hello there, first year! Need a hand?" Cho looked up to see a boy smiling at her. He had very pale skin, grey eyes, and light brown hair. Without waiting for an answer, he reached down and took her hand, lifting her to her feat. Then, he heaved the suitcase onto the shelf. "I'm Cedric Diggory, by the way." He grinned, clicking the compartment shut. "And you are?"