Hermione has always been one to observe. Drabble

Dobby reflects. Kind of dark. This is my first attempt at a traditional styled story, so please be gentle, as this is not my regular writing style.

Remus remembers Sirius's arms. Warning: Implied slash.

This is a songfic about what Harry was thinking, looking at the Great Hall after the final battle.

Just a challenge or two I thought I'd cook up.