No mother should have to go to her child's funeral. Peter Pettigrew's mother attends his twice.

Drs. Wendell and Monica Wilkins, of number eight, Margaret Street, were glad to say that they were perfectly happy, thank you very much.

There is a magic in music found nowhere else. It was music that brought them together, it was music that pushed them through conflict, and it is music that keeps him in this world.

Somehow… she was certain Edgecombe had done this to get detention tonight. But surely, that had nothing to do with what Cho had confided in her earlier? Surely Edgecombe hadn't gotten detention for Cho?

As much as she wanted to, Andromeda couldn't hate Bellatrix.

"The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters," and even Dolores Umbridge has a story of her own.

The war is over, but scars remain. Physical injuries that are least painful and least permanent. Emotional hurt of those loved and lost. Psychological trauma in memories. But when you were the one to leave those scars, then how can you be worthy of recovery, of redemption? The war is over, and Pius Thicknesse doesn't know what he's living for.

He follows orders. That's what he's good at. And when bad things happen, things that are wrong though he only realizes it sometimes, he looks away and stands to the side. He's just following orders.

"Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here." But Harry Potter, Severus Snape, and Tom Riddle were hardly the only lost children who passed through Hogwarts's walls.

Whatever secrets Victoire and Dom might have had always went away during their midnight chats. As they snuggled together one night during the winter holidays, it was that fact that terrified Victoire.

Gabrielle wasn't sure what she was doing at George and Angelina's wedding, until Romilda Vane sat down at her table.

Once upon a time, Hogwarts was the safest place in the world. Now, it's one front of the war, because the students won't keep their heads down and let things lie in their school. And Dumbledore's Army is still recruiting.

All Petunia Evans ever wanted was to be special.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley die in a car crash, and someone Dudley never would have expected comes to the funeral.

1981. Rather than keep him, the Dursleys dropped their orphaned nephew off at the nearest orphanage. 1985. The attention of a child agent on a recruitment mission was attracted to a five-year-old with vivid emerald eyes. 1991. A letter arrived, at the top-secret headquarters, for a Mr. H. Potter. Because the adults never suspect the kids are spying on them… Inspired by CHERUB.

The Black Widow, she was called. The Husband-Killer. The one with seven husbands, all of whom had mysteriously died. She didn't deny the rumors, because she wasn't a good person. It just wasn't her who'd killed all those men. And it wasn't until Blaise that she tried to escape him, the killer of her husbands, the boy she'd once been friends with, the one she still loved.

There was a saying, in her family, that a phoenix would come to any Dumbledore in dire need. Well, if that was true, Ariana thought that her phoenix had come three years too late. Only maybe, it wasn't her who the phoenix was truly there for.

After the war, Percy was lost. It was his fault Fred had died, his mistakes that tore their family apart, his happiness that couldn't be, anymore, because it was wrong for him to be happy when Fred, and so many others, were dead. No one understood… except, maybe, Audrey Brown.

It may have been Harry Potter who Colin hero-worshipped, but it was Ginny Weasley who he would do anything for.

It was the middle of the night, but Alice couldn't sleep. Then, the Death Eaters came.