"Ben! Can you say Narnia?" "Don't say Narnia, that's stupid. Ben, say astrophysics." "He knows four words, Skye, I'm not really sure he can say-" "Narnia! Ben, say Narnia!" Just a short story in which the Penderwick girls attempt to make Ben say words. Some Ben, cause this website is lacking.

"Let's do something fun, when we get back to Kings Cross," she continued, sighing. "I want to do something fun." "Lily," Sirius said wearily. "Shut the hell up." "No. I'm miserable, and I want to do something really, really fun. Like… the beach. Let's all go to the beach." In which Lily wants to do something fun after their last day of school... really, really fun. Result: beach

Lily Potter's head swam as she reached for another glass of Firewhiskey, knowing even as she did so that it was a mistake, James was going to kill her, and she was going to get herself into some serious trouble. She didn't care. Lily tries some new tactics at a party to have a little fun. Written for the Popular Songs challenge on the HPFC forum. T for some alcohol and things

Lavender and Parvati are best friends, and she's glad that Parvati gets to go the the Yule ball with a Champion... but Harry Potter doesn't hold a candle to Seamus Finnegan. Just a cute little Seamus/Lavender fic for Montley on the HPFC forum. Really liked writing it and hope you like reading it

If pressed, James would say it started at the beginning of Sixth Year. Everyone else had their own ideas of where it really began, but James' moment won out, because if "it" hadn't started on the Hogwarts Express, something certainly had. a retelling of a story that's been documented a thousand times in a million ways: the marauders' time at hogwarts.

On Jane's sixteenth birthday, she sat in her room and cried. Oh, sure, she was excited about her cake and presents and being the classic age of a rebellious teenager, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of all the things that had passed her by... A Jane fic, because we don't give her enough love. Also because I'm rapidly aging and it gives my feelings.

She was the only one who made it better. Who made this shithole bearable sometimes. It was her window that he tossed pebbles onto at midnight and her body that fit perfectly into the crook of his arms and her smile that made him want to stay in this godforsaken world... a violate au in which they meet in 1994, and yet things are just as tragic (rated m for themes and language)

violet didn't feel much anymore. she couldn't find much of anything that made her blood pulse or her heart fell like is was pumping... tate was drowning. his head wouldn't stop playing her on a loop. just a lil violate fic that i wrote at midnight under the influence of too much tea. **trigger warning: self harm. *for hannah*

Baby pictures are universal objects, kept always in dusty old binders with captions such as 'Martha, 3 yrs" or "Charlie, 1964," brought out in awkward occasions as an appreciated formality. These pictures came out in odd moments, one at a time, and collected in their own binder that they kept on the coffee table that was labelled in cheery yellow marker: When We Were Safe.

She was frozen and he said "wingardium leviosa" and she thought that she'd never seen a spell performed so perfectly in her entire life. Ron and Hermione through the ages. For old time's sake and my sister.

There are lots of things that begin at Christmas. And then, of course, there's the beginning of the things that come at the end of Christmas movies. What I mean to say is that there's the beginnings of hand holding, stolen kisses, and other soulmate kinds of things. And James couldn't decide if it was them or just Christmas. Yes, it's November. I understand. Sue me.

James would find Lily or Lily would find James and they'd fall asleep on the tearstained shoulders of each other. Lily would walk away later, with orphan carved over her forehead with killing curse, seemingly etched in stone. James would wake up with his arms holding nothing but damp spots on his jumper and the smell of vanilla in the air. A lil oneshot I wrote late late at night

They were about as alike as two little boys meeting on a very large train could hope to be... and they eventually became each other's mirror. for the popular song competition and the summer fanfiction olympics on the hpfc forum. siriusxjames bromance. oneshot but may be continued if more character pairups are desired.

Ginny's happiest memory is receiving a pair of ballet slippers for her sixth birthday from her oldest brother, Bill. I guess I just really like writing about them as a brother/sister thing... for the Popular Song challenge on the HPFC forum

Lily and James get into a fight and it results in Lily having to spend a week with the Marauders! The stakes are high, and both sides are determined to win... told from both POVs, with some Sirius thrown in there, because I love him! T for safety!

Ginny recounts her first broom ride... for Fanfiction Idol on the HPFC Forum. Not much else to explain... Western cause I'm unique and I don't know where else to put it... Ginny's not wearing cowboy boots or anything like that. I'm so tired, I think I'm getting delirious. I need to update this summary later, this doesn't sound very good.

"Through the smoke and bodies I managed to glimpse a fight, but it was between a little girl not more than fifteen or sixteen. The bodies closed, and it was then that I realized that she had vivid red hair." Bill spots Ginny in the battle. Brother/Sister

James promises Lily that when he leaves Hogwarts, she only needs to look up at the rain and he'll be fine, no matter what he's doing. Oneshot, I don't know... it was fun to write? Western cause I roll that way... true story. Yay!

Harry Potter's kids have got to be curious about what their Dad is up to at home in his office... right? So what if they break something? And it sends them... far away? NextGen, T just to be safe. Please R&R!

Remus is at a party, Sirius is drunk yet again and there's a pretty girl in the corner. Short oneshot, weird pairing that's unique, I think, because she's not really a character... I'll leave you to guess. But I hope you like it, R&R por favor!