One last thing about why I hate optimism. It's a fickle and fairweathered friend. And no one like fickle and fairweathered friends as fun as they are to have around, they're unreliable. They deceive you. They comfort you one moment, giving you hope for th

It seemed he wasn’t meant to have true love. Sure, he craved it liked everyone else, but life had dubbed him “The Boy Who Lived” and “The Chosen One” before he had even become of age. Illfated people like him always ended up alone.

People rarely talked about him and his potential girlfriends, partly because he wasn’t nearly as popular as James or Sirius, and partly because there were no potential girlfriends. Remus wasn’t really the dating type. He had even gone so far as to convinc

...And Remus Lupin was walking hand in hand with a one—albeit uncharacteristically quiet—Miss Nymphadora Tonks. It all seemed quite perfect and wonderful, except for the for the fact that they were walking home from Albus Dumbledore's funeral.

Jane looked up at Remus Lupin again to get a better look at him. Tall and thin, he had light brown hair that fell delicately around the sides of his face. It suited him, Jane thought. But it wasn’t really suitable for a Gryffindor, was it?

A short one-shot story about an interview between a one Remus Lupin, and his former student.

All in all, he was a boy that not many people gave much thought to. He was just Remus Lupin, Mrs. Lupin’s quiet son who always got good grades. He was polite and friendly to anyone who approached him, and was always respectful to his teachers. No one had

...sometimes, I wonder if it's possible to seduce someone into becoming good. I mean, if you try hard enough, and you have enough sex appeal, I bet you could... Hmm, a new defense technique...I'm a genius! I wonder if anyone else has thought of this!

A Tale of Two Professors, and how One Writer Stole their Hearts. One Wizard, One Muggle. One lovely Maiden. It was the best of times—well, for the maiden anyway. RemusOC, OCOC

Living room, check. Kitchen, check. Bedroom, check. Bathroom, check. Books, papers, clothes, and all other things bitable were hidden away. There was nothing to do now but wait.

They flirted and fought. They lost and found. And then they lived happily ever after...right? Well, it depends on who 'they' is. Sequel to Last Mile.

It was an honor for him to bid time like this in the name of the Dark Lord, of course. An absolutely fanbloodytastic honor to rot away in this prison cell in this helpless manner...

A very brief look into the excruciating experience of writing an autobiographical work, as told by a one Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class.

Distorted Dialogues: The Quips, Double Entendres, and Other Reckless Conversations of a One Sirius Black

...Then they came tumbling in. They stopped shortly at the sight of me, and almost immediately fell silent, like I had intruded on their merriment. A SiriusRemus, NONSLASH story.

When you really trust someone, you have to be okay with not understanding some things. Bellatrix Lestrange knew this, of course. And she usually did trust him without understanding his logic...

Can you keep a secret? I suppose it matters little if you can. I am a marked man and my days are numbered, so it’s only a matter of time before they come for me. I’ll take my secret with me to the grave, if I’m so fortunate to even get one...

A oneshot songfic written to the tune of Save the Last Dance for Me by Michael Buble. A LilyJames story.

The infamous Mary Sue has finally set out to write her autobiographytelling the story of her life experiences, and attempting to dispel rumours about her personality along the way.

This is a tale of friendship between four young men and the romantic relationships than encircle them. Two marauders, two love stories. How they each found love, endured it, and how one of them let it slip from his fingers.