"My eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!" Who knew that Rita Skeeter could tell the future?
It wasn't love, not yet, because she was a Ravenclaw and he was dead. Nick/Helena drabble.
"He has been here." This generation drenched in hate sat side by side, and tried to dry up their sorrow. Vague J/L.
Remus learns that the world is a harsh place through experience. First fanfiction!