Because, even if you're completely certain, sometimes the Sorting House has different ideas.

'But always, he remembered the girl with gem-like eyes'. A poem for Snape and his ALWAYS love for Lily.

It was just a dream. Nothing worth getting up at 3 AM for. Only it might have been, if things had been better... For Macceh's 'Three AM' Challenge.

He didn't believe, he couldn't believe, that the last thing he had left was gone. Drabble.

Instead of doing useless things like fighting Death Eaters, Sirius has decided to eat some pancakes. One-shot. Makes no sense, but what does?

These days, it always feels like she's falling...

'Tan pronto como Severus vio al chico, él supo quién era: el hijo de Potter.' Algún día, tiene que perdonar esos ojos... One-shot.

'neither can live while the other survives...' Voldemort's battle with Harry in eight poems.

'Well, someone had come into mind. Someone who wasn't perfect at all.' Lily tries to find a godfather for her son. One-shot

'As soon as Severus saw the boy, he knew who he was: Potter's son.' Someday, he has to forgive those eyes... One-shot.

She was exactly the sort of girl Zabini would normally hate. So why didn't he? One-shot.

'rock/crashing to the floor/and dust billows into/air'... A poem about the Battle of Hogwarts.

Four haikus for the four Marauders.