Ron's having a little difficulty focusing in class.
She didn't care what anyone said; she wasn't going to let anything stop her.
It wasn't perfect – nothing ever would be – but it was enough.
Slithering; hissing; she encircled the man in the middle of the room, cowering on his knees and begging her Master for mercy. They always did this, and yet she could never understand it – her Master was as far from merciful as they came.
It probably wouldn't work. There was very little chance that it would, actually. But they had to try something. It was their last chance. Their last hope. And they couldn't just do nothing and accept their fate. After all, the future didn't have to be set in stone.
Centaur Liason department
"What's that?" "It's ugly." "How'd you get it?" "Are you?" "Harry Potter?"
Peter Pettigrew's thoughts as he leaves Hogwarts. Based on the song 'Life' by Our Lady Peace
The Marauders come up with the perfect plan, and the Ravenclaws pay the price.
A collection of semi-related drabbles about some of the major events is Minerva McGonagall and Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank's lives, all exactly 200 words. Will contain femmeslash in later chapters (those chapters will also have a warning and could probably be skipped).
A look into the thoughts of Minerva McGonagall and her mother on the day that she recieves her Hogwarts letter.
He'd once heard that it was the things you didn't do in life that you regretted most, but now he wasn't so sure he could agree with that. Loosely based on the song 'Jasey Rae' by All Time Low.
He watched her from afar; it was the only way he could ever see her anymore.
In the end, he decided, whilst the lie had been comforting it was best not to obsess over something that could never become reality.
It was slow going and it definitely wasn't easy, but her mother had once told her that the best things in life were always worth the hard work put into getting them.
Her smile became more genuine, softer, as their eyes met.
This was her only outlet, the only way she could begin to understand her feelings – they were hers and yet they didn't make any sense to her. Warnings inside.
He watched from his hiding place in the shadows as the group of friends laughed and joked as if there wasn't a war raging on around them; as if the war couldn't enter Hogwarts – as if it hadn't already. Warnings inside.
Someone had recognised her – their spells flying past, barely missing her – he speeds up her pace; she must get away, there has to be somewhere she can safe she can find shelter.
He keeps to the shadows as he walks, unwilling to attract any more attention than necessary – he cannot be late.