Merope is born in a sea of blood, a mewing little thing.

Does he love her? Love, she remembers, is for lesser mortals. Does she love him? She doesn’t know but no doubt there is chemistry.

But there is a bit of a catch for, you see, neither is anything without the others. The individual will starve in the woods while the collective survives. They are the four proverbial pieces to the proverbial puzzle, differently shaped but equal to the ot

She is his. She will always be his. That he knows for certain.

The rose blooms fresh, a vivid blotch of crimson on the pallid gray of rock in a cruel juxtaposition.

Lucius Malfoy spotted her first at the opera, a young flaming rose spotted with freckles. AU, set in Victorian London.

The first time those whiskers tickled his thighs, those paws crawled across his skin, James tried to ignore it. Drabble.

She does not flinch as her arm is branded with ice, and she merely kisses the hem of his robes before receding into a column of cloaked figures. A Ginny genfic.

Lucius visits an unlikely ally in the Hogwarts library.

Antonin likes to have his go at the girls before they’re disposed.

Cho reflects on an unlikely relationship. A Cho ChangViktor Krum drabble.

Then, rather suddenly, he said to himself, I’m going to marry her one day. It was ridiculous, he knew, but it was also relentless, relentless in the way that singularly obsessive and hopelessly quixotic thoughts are. I’ll marry her, I will. TedAndromeda.

Ambiguities made her think, made her muse, and musing allowed her to forget. Sometimes, all she needed was to forget. HarryHermione.

But always, always, he would return to the violin in the end.

Shaking, she reached out towards his fading figure, her fingers spread, as if to pull in a dream that would never be realized. MeropeTom, MeropeMarvolo. HBP SPOILERS

Just look. Isn't it beautiful?

The gloried wizarding communities of Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam…all fell victim to incompetent governments and increasingly frequent riots. But he knows he is safe here, here in the soft Mediterranean coasts and winds of southern France, confined to a onero

General wisdom states that little boys should be spared seeing pain and strife whenever possible. A Salazar Slytherin genfic.

He’s been following me now for two days. Not outright about it, of course, otherwise Mum’ll have his head, but when I turn around during dinner, he’s watching, when I leave the table, he’s watching, and when I walk up the stairs, he’s still watching. Gin

Bellatrix knows she's admired. Drabble.