Regulus thought he knew all the horrors of Grimmauld Place, but on this stifling hot summer night in 1976, the house seems hell-bent on terrorising him in new and interesting ways. It's all Sirius's fault, of course.

Petunia has found the perfect not-weird marriage. And she does not want to raise the child she found on her doorstep. So Petunia, self-described anti-adventurer, takes little Harry on a long and bothersome drive in order to find Albus Dumbledore. But what good is a Volvo against the course of fate?

COMPLETE. When Regulus is five, he nearly drowns in the sea off Blackpool. When Regulus is eleven, his brother befriends a ghost. It's not until Regulus is eighteen and ready to die that the Black family's darkest secret finally unravels. It might, perhaps, change everything. (A coming-of-age story with mind magic, star charting, pink petit-fours, two diaries, and a ghost.)

September 1974 and Remus goes a bit loopy, what with the moon, and the teenage wolf, and his friends who are not Animagi yet, and the creepy dead thing that is following him around. Sirius had a horrible summer, too.

January 1981. Sirius is a paranoiac, Peter is not a psychopath, James is a dad, Remus is super angry, and Regulus… Regulus is alive. No-one is more surprised than him. AU, sort of fix-it, but dark enough. Sirius/Remus, too (mostly in the past).

Sirius is Secret Keeper for the Potters. But everyone else is still the same, and it's still a tragedy. Or: What is the point of bravery if there's nothing to be scared of?

In 1978, Sirius Black almost becomes an Auror. Turns out even he can't fake his way through the mental health assessment. He joins the Order instead, and undercover missions while Polyjuiced to the gills become his new favourite thing. Little does Sirius know that running from himself will send him on a collision course with his ephemeral brother, but life is funny that way.

It's the summer after fifth year, and Sirius has made himself scarce as usual. But then Remus catches a glimpse of him in Witch Weekly's special on the Black-Malfoy wedding. Something about that photo is very, very off… Turns out this is the summer Sirius runs away. Or tries to. Because the Blacks are not giving up on their heir without a fight. (Light Remus/Sirius.)

It is the eve of the second wizarding war and all Remus wants is a quiet smoke in the garden. He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to talk, and above all, he doesn't want to remember. Enter Hermione.

Something terrifying lurks in the Hogwarts dungeons, and who would stumble across it but Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Dark but silly, creepy but heartwarming... Though, in all honesty, mostly dark.

Remus knew what he was supposed to do: Keep his distance. Reassure Susan that running from the Boggart was perfectly fine. Have her write "I will not skip class" five hundred times, then send her on her way, ensuring that whatever issues she had would be dealt with in the proud tradition of the wizarding world: through avoidance and denial. Except he knew where that path lead.

Before his first lesson with the third year Gryffindors, Professor Remus Lupin spends an entire evening in the company of his worst fears, trying to get the Boggart to cooperate. (Features Severus Snape as an unwanted critic, and Sirius Black as the elephant in the room.)

The Patronus charm requires a happy memory. Harry Potter doesn't have many. Boom, third year AU. If he still wants to save the wizarding world, he needs to recover from his greatest failure. How?

Hermione kept calling it the zombie apocalypse. Harry, whose introduction to muggle horror films had started and ended with fighting Dudley over the TV remote, wasn't sure if they should be called zombies, but thought "apocalypse" was an apt description. 6th year AU, in which Lord Voldemort actually got around to raising his army of Inferi.

Harry is only four years old and the Dursleys are already mean.

Lily and the others are searching for mind expansion, a certain founder isn't as dead as she ought to be, and just about everyone has to suffer at some point... R for violence, suicide, self abuse. Contains femslash.

...Für Sie und Ihre willenlose menschliche Marionette. London im Frühjahr 1980. Emmeline und Lily wollten eigentlich nur schnell einen Kaffee trinken. Später passieren ganz schreckliche Dinge. Angst, eine nerdige Arithmantikerin, ein bisschen Femslash.

Lily verlebt sehr betuliche Ferien. Dann bekommt sie Besuch, und zu ihrer großen Zerknirschung ändert sich an der Betulichkeit nicht viel. Außer manches.

Sommer. Lily fühlt sich umzingelt von hellblau gestrichenen Kinderzimmern, quietschgelben Gummienten und Einweckgläsern mit Bügelverschluss und sie würde sterben für eine Zigarette, nur eigentlich nicht wirklich. Give peace a chance.