A different crossover everyday until Christmas day. Some are stand alone one-shots. Some are chapters I wrote for previously planned stories that are (for now) scraped. Some I might write a second part to. Please enjoy.

I don't know why I agreed to James idiotic plan. I should have moved to Antarctica when he dropped THAT bomb on me...but they only have penguins there...and evil scientist. But are evil scientist really that different from cruel self-appointed cupids?

So maybe the Next Generation is not fighting Umbridge. Or Voldemort. Or even Snape. But they got something worse, much worse, and it goes by the name Pinkies. Can four wayward girls turn the strict hierarchy into anarchy?

A confined box. A book full of rules. A lace chain. The feeling of adventure never known. The idea of freedom was foreign. And I never thought something so abstract as joy would be the only thing I would yearn for, the one thing I would die for.