In another life, James and Lily survive Halloween 1981, and these Potters are willing to do anything to keep their son safe. Anything. 14 years later, their solution is whisked away to Middle Earth. DISCLAIMER! I own my OCs — the Hobbit and Harry Potter belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and J. K. Rowling respectively. Also on Ao3 and Wattpad.

"Oh Katniss, I think, what have you done? Because Katniss unwittingly chose the tree full of Tracker-Jacker nests, and is trapped between them and the Careers." Ever wondered what Rue thought that night in the tree? My take on her thoughts. First story, reviews are welcome!

(Based on a Tumblr post) What if things had happened a little differently in the clearing at the end of Deathly Hallows?

Harry Potter is dead. Nobody thinks much of it – after all, he's a Slytherin. The world keeps turning. People keep living. They don't need a Slytherin Potter. Until they do. But he's dead. And they have no one to blame but themselves. (The end of the Pushed too far 'verse)

After life and before death, there's something that isn't quite King's Cross. Harry learns this after, amongst other things. (a more substantial follow-up to Pushed too far)

'"So… which one of us is it?" they asked at the same time. Harry and Ron stopped next to them, chess set ignored in Ron's hands, and all five of them looked at her. Hermione sighed again. She should probably stop that.' In which there are misunderstandings, an interrogation, and gratuitous breaking of the fourth wall. And S.P.E.W.

It's Christmas Day, 1996. Those at the Burrow are celebrating happily when Percy Weasley shows up with Rufus Scrimgeour in tow. However, the Minister isn't the only person he's brought with him… Or: The Minister of Magic requests Percy go home for Christmas to spend time with his family – provided he tag along, of course. Percy and Oliver use it as an opportunity.

"A butterfly can flap its wings in Peking and in Central Park you get rain instead of sunshine." Or, Dudley Dursley was given a choice, and he chose wrong.

He just can't do it anymore. also posted on ao3 and wattpad. trigger warning: suicide, suicidal themes

Being the Boy-Who-Lived gets you a couple of privileges. Like having a private sorting, for example. Being his sister gets you none. But it would look bad if she didn't go, so she tagged along anyway. (Snapshot from my main fic, When in doubt, jump in head first)

Includes the birth of the saviour of Wizarding Britain, and the preclude to his slightly-better-at-saving-the-world 'sister'. Part of the 'When in doubt' universe.