Harriette Lilly Potter is the Master of Death, but just call her Black. She is about 327 years old and is going to work for Stark Industries. She instead gets kidnapped and thrown out of a plane, right above Manhattan. Fem!Harry/Tony eventually, but not for a while. (and I mean A WHI-LE)

Hermione Granger. That is not her name. Her name is Hermione Jean Holmes. Her hair is dyed. She has two older brothers named Sherlock and Mycroft. One day, a stick is found on a body. Sherlock goes to Hermione for help and John, who had absolutely no idea he even has a sister, is astonished. No pairings, unless I decide to add some later.

A poem I wrote on Prisinor of Azkaban. Please review!

A simple girl. A simple life. Not anymore! (No pairings, reviewers get hot chocolate - C[ ] T for possible gore)

I'm not human. I for one wonder why anybody would think that in the first place. My name is Sharon. My Best friend's name is Cory. We are in the navy, but not for long. We fake our deaths to get away. Obiously, NCIS gets involved.

NCIS has caught a mysterious girl. For MURDER. Commence evil laughter.

They did not meet in song. Mia led them together. One-shot.