When Voldemort came for Harry, Lily took a stand. This time, Voldemort was defeated. But not enough for the Potters. [FULL SUMMARY WITHIN]

The first time was an accident. The second time, too - mostly. The third time was stretching the truth a little, but Harry was prepared to stretch just as much as he needed. The fourth time? Even he couldn't pretend anymore. [FULL SUMMARY WITHIN]

Harry was at a loss, but it wasn't as though he could let it show. That wasn't what a Saviour did, after all. But loss entailed the need for direction. When a helping hand was offered, pointing him in just one such direction he clutched it like a drowning man. It wasn't a path he'd expected to be set upon, nor one he understood, but what more could he do?... (FULL SUMMARY WITHIN)

A collection of prompt-based oneshots, exploring the lives, pasts, futures and possibilities of the Wizarding universe. Prompts sourced primarily from The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition and The House Competition 2017

Though the war is past, battles are still being waged - but of a distinctly different kind. When the opponent is himself rather than Voldemort, Harry realises that there are vastly different kinds of courage and bravery, and that he might have to work on a few of them. It's a good thing he's got so many role models to show him how to do just that. (Multiple Pairings)

Five years after the war, and the world had settled. The survivors were healing. The Wizarding world was healing from the disaster of Voldemort, and they were learning to forget. Or most of them were. Harry was one of those few who couldn't. How could he, when the moment of his death, a death he'd turned away from, hung over his shoulder and breathed down his neck with silent words

It had always been just the two of them - just two, and even when they'd drifted apart they'd always cleaved back together again. When it came to the heartache of warm, there was nothing to do but cling together and struggle to stay afloat.

They were opposites, but that hardly mattered. Not in the greater scheme of things. What mattered was that they clicked. Some clicks, fitting with the perfection of puzzle pieces, made history. Some wrought disaster. Just which would arise from their fated cleaving was yet to be. Potters, Malfoys, Weasleys, and Muggleborns. They were a mixture that could only go one of two ways.

Abandonment didn't sit well with Harry. Not at all. After the calamity that was the end of the Triwizard Tournament and the dismissal of his friends over the summer, he decides: enough is enough. He's done. Done with it all. He just wanted to get away. But the Wizarding world, as it happens, isn't quite finished with him. No matter how far he runs, it always catches back up to him.

Draco was a Master. He'd always been one, but having a town of Muggles consider him as close to God's gift as they would ever receive was certainly validating. Except it wasn't enough. After years of settling, of conjuring masterpieces with his fingers and his prowess, Draco realised he needed a change. How hard could it be to find an apprentice pâtissier...

The war left its mark. The pain and loss, the relief and exhaustion, was felt by all. And yet even with its passing, the echoing shadow of its passing remained to breath its unshakeable presence upon those who survived. This is their story - the story of those left behind to fight in a war that hadn't truly ended and likely never would.

Charlie hadn't wanted anything. He never considered there would be something more - more than family, than school, that Britain and the life of a Weasley within it boundaries. At least he did until the dragons.

A collection of Harry Potter related drabbles, each less than 1000 words. From spellbinding magic to tales of woe, witchery and manifestations and all the slivers in between...

Scorpius has one goal for his first day at Hogwarts: to befriend a Potter. But how does one do so for a Potter so deliberately avoiding being befriended?

Seamus and Dean met in first year. They were friends. Best friends. The very best of friends, even, and that was how it always would be. The world of magic was a gentle wave and then roiling madness around them, but throughout it all that one thing would never change. From first year to seventh, together or apart, some things were constant.

In a flash, the winner of the Triwizard Tournament appeared before the audience, cup in hand. Alone. In but an instant he was crying for the boy he'd left behind. Cedric managed to escape the deathly curses of Voldemort and his men, a narrow escape that cost Harry Potter his own. But Cedric hasn't given up on the boy who had sacrificed himself for him...

The return of the eighth year students was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce...

Scorpius wanted. He wanted more than anything else in the world. Unfortunately, it was too late. Not the realisation - that came years ago - but acting upon it. Why had he been so foolish as to wait?

Ron had a problem. A pretty big problem. But it was alright because he'd learnt to live with it and he could deal with it just fine. Except that when when others notice that problem they naturally want to help? How was it polite to say that you really, really didn't need that help? In the end, it would only make things so much worse.

SEQUEL to Greater Expectations - Albus and Scorpius have been dating for eight years. It was fantastic. It was perfect. They wouldn't change a thing. Or at least THEY wouldn't. Their friends - or one friend in particular - decided for them that shaking things up a little was definitely a necessity.