The last moments of Nymphadora Tonks during the Battle of Hogwarts. Read and Review, please! Is better than it sounds!

Luna contemplates her resemblance to the Malfoys. A short drabble.

Harry chasing Bellatrix in the Department of Mysteries. A short drabble.

No one could see the truth in Sirius' eyes. Not even Harry. A short drabble.

Their more alike than they would admit, or even want to admit. They both hate the same person, and for the same reasons. A short drabble.

She and the moon were alike in every way. Pale, bright, lonely. Beautiful. They were, in essence, the same person, the same thing. She was just like the moon.

People have died at my hands. Blood coats my hands, gleaming in the light. It sickens me. Families cry because of me. Husbands and wives sob in despair. It’s my fault. Why is it I don’t care?

He fought in wars. He had fought for the innocents. He had seen his own blood pouring from his stomach onto his hands, draining him of life. He had suffered all his life for others, and the cuts and scars that marred his face and body were proof of it.

He loved her. He hated him. All because he has her.

Little did she know, the fates aren't smiling.

Seduction is so easy, if you’re a parselmouth. M-rated!

Everyone thought he was as white and pure as fleece. Everyone thought he was innocent. Everyone thought, in the end, that they could keep him from the war. "It's impossible." he thought.