Snape wasn't the only Death Eater to turn his back on Lord Voldemort. From his first fight as a Death Eater, to his very last breath, this is the story of R.A.B.

You have heard our own bed time stories, now how about one from the Wizarding world? This is a tale of "The Girl and The Fey", a little fairy-tale told from a father to his daughter on her birthday. I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it! It is also kind of like the Wizarding creation myth, just a little something I thought up after English class.

History speaks to us of four friends, a school they together founded, and a division that still echoes through the stone halls of Hogwarts today. Yet, that great castle was never truly the beginning, and most certainly wasn't the end.

"They say words can't hurt you, yet they do. Like a thousand hot knives carving each letter, each syllable, into your slowly beating heart." For the Phobia challenge: Monophobia, an acute fear of being alone. Also for the Proverb Challenge: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"They say words can't hurt you, yet they do. Like a thousand hot knives carving each syllable into your slowly beating heart." For the Phobia challenge: monophobia, an acute fear of being alone. Also for the Proverb Challenge: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. CC always welcome and cherished. Trigger warning for mentions of abuse, PTSD, and depression.

They say words can't hurt you, that they're meaningless, powerless things. Yet they do hurt, like a thousand hot knives carving each letter into your slowly beating heart, a reminder engraved forevermore in a crusted seal of blood. (Warning for scenes of child abuse and violence. If this is a trigger for you, please don't read this story.)

Luna Lovegood never really understood the point of sadness. She'd felt it, of course, because that's a given in war. Yet she still had to wonder what the reason was, why people would feel that way when it doesn't change what happened. It won't bring back your friends, and it certainly doesn't make you feel any better. Smile or cry, laugh or hide, that's what her mother used to say.

Life, Tom mused, was just like a giant game of chess. There were the kings and the queens, the rooks, the knights and the bishops, and then there were the simple pawns, all these parts with their proper place and value. Not to mention the hands that moved each one of them...he was those hands.

History speaks to us of four friends, of a school they together founded, and of a division that still echoes through the stone halls of Hogwarts today. Yet, that great castle was never truly the beginning. No, it started long before that. Prepare yourselves...the Founders are coming.

Sirius Black is bored. So when he proposes a game of capture-the-flag, what in the world could possibly go wrong?

Snape wasn't the only Slytherin to die like a lion, nor was he the the only Death Eater to turn his back on Lord Voldemort for love. From his first battle to his final breath, learn the full story of Regulus Black... (M for violence, trigger warning for the same. It'll likely be five overly edited chapters max.)

Snape wasn't the only Snake to die like a Lion, nor was he the only Death Eater to turn his back on Lord Voldemort for love, although this was for love of a different kind. No, there was another seeking redemption. Follow his journey from his first mission as a Death Eater to his very last breath, for this is the story of a Black, this is the tale of Regulus Black...

Sirius Black has just escaped the inescapable, but his journey has just begun. With Aurors hot on his tail and an astronomical award on his head, the last remaining member of the Ancient House of Black has just became the wizarding world's most wanted. Now, cind out what they didn't say in the third book: the good, the bad, and the ugly...

Once you cross over the border, life is gone. There are no second chances...but maybe, just maybe, there are new ones waiting, just beyond. Perhaps the veil isn't the end, but only a new beginning.

Twelve years, twelve years of cold, twelve years of fear, and twelve years darkness. And now Sirius is free, and he has a score to settle... (Birthday upload, much editing. This might turn into chaptered story later. Enjoy, and feel free to point out any areas that could be improved. Who knows, the first twenty edits and checks might now have done it! X3)

Twelve years, twelve years of cold, twelve years of fear, and twelve years darkness. And now Sirius is free, and he has a score to settle... (Birthday upload, much editing, and might possibly turn into chaptered story later. Enjoy, and feel free to point out any mistakes.)

Have you ever wondered what a Dementor thinks, how it feels? Have you ever stopped to ponder if it's existence may just be as horrible as it's effect?

Five year old Harry James Potter of Number Four Privet Drive isn't normal, that much he knows. They've never told him why, but he's just a freak. It's a fact. In his life not much happens to look to, but there is one thing. He dreams, dreams of a strange bearded hero who swoops in and saves him. But a dream's all it is, a dream of a castle and his hero. A Dream. Nothing more.

They say it's always the most beautiful of flowers that bud the smallest, bloom the latest, and wilt the fastest. A Lily is no exception…

Memories can bring back so many years of pain, of laughter, of heartache, and of joy. It's what makes up the essence of who we are. It's that faint smell that brings rushing back a childhood Christmas dinner, the fleeting sound resurfacing old memories of a long ago day at the park, or a single picture full of friends long gone that brings the pain tenfold back into your heart...