So he sat, lonely and tired, hoping that his tattered robe would envelope him until he disappeared all together. A Percy OneShot.

And he didn't even alphabetize his chocolate by type! Short Fluff.

AU: If Gellert Grindelwald had died by the hand of Albus Dumbledore. One-shot.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would understand why her family thought she was batty. But a few, a few would smile at it and they would understand. Molly Weasley copes with the death of her husband.

Stan Shunpike scene from the Quidditch World Cup elaboration. One-shot. "'"I'm about to become the youngest ever Minister of Magic, I am."'"

“I have overstepped a line, and I will continue to do so until you understand.”

Remus Lupin looked around. If this was death, he expected more than what looked like an abandoned classroom at Hogwarts.

Sequel to "Spinner." Tonks really did not know how she had become such a horrible Auror that she had been kidnapped and tied to a chair twice. This time she was also blind-folded in a foreign country. What luck she had.

Written for the "Not-So-Heroic" Death Challenge. Prompt Suicide."To Mungdungus Fletcher—braver than we all gave him credit for."

Just how did Dolores Umbridge end up with Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye?

George always was the philosophical one.

Vernon Dursley was always such a realist.

He had abandoned his family, his brother, and that was something that could never be forgiven or forgotten.

She knew it was deceitful, she knew it was wrong, but at this point she just wanted Remus to be happy. And in some twisted way, it would be comforting that he would love her.

He should have tried harder, to whatever end. Or maybe, if he had done more, it would have made it all the more difficult in the end. One Shot.

Spinner’s End was not the most pleasant of places. Nymphadora Tonks, or just Tonks as she preferred, could testify to that. PostHBP.

Her morbid fascination with evil would be the death of her one day. Nymphadora Tonks makes unlikely alliances admist the turmoil of war.

Soon he would be lying on the ground, face down in the mud, stripped of everything from his watch to his robes. Most of all he would be stripped of the only little bit of dignity he still possessed. A Ludo Bagman story.

He had never really had a birthday, at least not one he enjoyed. Perhaps he could change that, seeing that he was the Dark Lord.

By the slight smile on Lucius’s face one would think he would be anything but guilty, but Arthur knew better. OneShot