Colin Creevey didn't sneak into the Battle of Hogwarts alone. His little brother came with him, only fifteen years old, and he was carrying a camera. Won Fan-Favourite for the November 2012 One-Shot Awards.

Being Muggle-born was inconvenient. All these years of just wishing he could disappear - and he could? Destination, determination, deliberation. He could manage that. And he did. Mundungus Fletcher was brilliant at disappearing.

My sister is dead, she thought as she painted her lips. My brother-in-law is dead, she thought as she added mascara to her long lashes, and though she never knew him as such, it hurt some. They died for opposite sides of a war. One sister unashamedly fighting for Dumbledore, the other unashamedly fighting for the Dark Lord. And then there was her.

Dennis Bishop and Tom Riddle were supposed to be friends. They were around the same age and were both dropped off with Mrs. Cole as infants. When they were three, Dennis said, "Friends?" and Tom said "Okay" and as far as Dennis was concerned, that was that. But as they got older, Tom seemed less and less interested in being friends.

Could anyone have known that he wished to die in glory? To be remembered as a young man, the one they could depend on for protection - that was his dying wish. He had a dying wish at the age of thirty-five and yet here he was, more than twice that age, lying in a comfortable bed in his castle at Hogwarts, waiting to die in his sleep. It seemed like a cowardly way to die.

Drabbles about each Weasley. 1. Ginny 2. Ron 3. Charlie 4. Hugo 5. Victoire 6. Percy 7. Arthur 8. Dominique 9. Roxanne 10. Fredi 11. George 12. Rose 13. Mollyii 14. Mollyi 15. Audrey 16. Bill 17. Fleur 18. Hermione 19. Angelina 20. Lily Luna 21. Louis 22. Fredii 23. Jamesii 24. Albusii 25. Lucy 26. Harry 27. The whole family.

Sure, young Norbert made a bit of a mess of the place, and had the inconvenient habit of breathing fire. The poor fella was so young yet, and didn't know any better, after all. No mummy could be better than he was, anyway. That was certain.

Dennis stood beside him, shuffling his feet and looking down. Colin wanted to console his brother, but he wasn't sure how. After all, Dennis was probably a Muggle, like their parents. Gently, Dennis placed the camera in Colin's hands. "Take pictures?" he asked. Colin smiled, hearing in his brother's sincerity all that wasn't said. "I will."

Ignotus faces death after a long life, and he is proud to say he can greet Death as his friend. But there is something he must do first. Title is a play on the poem by Dylan Thomas.

Freeverse. Alicia Spinnet reflects on Quidditch.

The thing about windows is how undeniably two-sided they are. You can't look out into the world without expecting to see a glance of yourself in the passing. And you can't look out through a window without inviting the world to look right back in. Molly Prewett looks out through windows... and gives us the opportunity to look in.

"Oh Merlin," came Anthony's voice from beside her, and she pushed in front of him to see what he saw. He was staring in the direction of the Astronomy Tower. Her refuge. She hoped nothing had happened to it, but now that she thought about it, the chaos had seemed to be heading in that direction. Why hadn't she stopped them?

Hugo got his wish, and the Sorting Hat has placed him in Gryffindor. But his excitement doesn't last long as his dorm mates call him Hugo the Hufflepuff and tease him incessantly. When he finally tells his sister, she knows exactly who he should talk to. Sequel to Forging Bravery, but makes sense on its own.

"Well, Argus," she said. "Have you written them yet?" The way she batted her eyelashes was terribly distracting. "Not yet. Too many students to punish." "It should only take a few minutes of your time to write them. I don't see why you haven't yet." Her voice had turned from flirtatious to the tone she used with the students in the library.

It was enough just to experience the moment with him, to watch the sky alight with fireworks. Maybe the Muggles knew about magic, somehow, too. The fireworks were beautiful; more amazing than nearly anything she had seen, and watching with Harry's hand in hers only made it better. The sparks between them were brighter than fireworks.

"I want to, though," Michael said one day. "Do you think Harry left Neville in charge? I doubt it. I mean, he's Neville. We know what he was like. I could've done it, Anthony. It could have been me sending out the message, rallying everyone together. For Britain. For Hogwarts. For each other. I could've done it, I know I could've done it."

When Gilderoy Lockhart publishes his autobiography, Rita Skeeter is dying to sink her teeth into the story. And if she's lucky, maybe she'll get to sink her teeth into a bit of him as well. But what she finds out when interviewing the author of Magical Me is, well, less than magical.

Ten drabbles of various Weasleys, in chronological order. 1. Molly/Arthur. 2. Charlie/Tonks 3. Ron/Hermione 4. George 5. Hermione 6. Rose/Scorpius 7. Lucy/OC 8. Lily Luna 9. OC/OC 10. Ginny

"You are free to go," he said, but Narcissa didn't get up. This whole time, she hadn't said a word. "Please, let me take the place of my son." "No. You must go free while he is in prison. This is the extent of your punishment," he said, and he knew it was punishment enough.

"What do you mean, watch what I'm saying? Or else you might find out that someone truly cares about you? That someone can see past who you become one day a month and see who you really are? I love you, Remus. I'm not asking you to love me back. I'm just telling you how I feel."