The Patronus. A mysterious piece of magic... unfathomable as the human soul. One could say that the Patronus was your soul, a part of it, pure and untouchable. And it understands, because it is part of you, understands like no-one else ever can, and it will never, never leave you.

Harry is unhappy, to say the least, with the Order's "work" and decides to take matters into his own hands. He has to decide what to do, who to trust, and ultimately, how the war will end.

For us, the thirteen years of peace were just the eye of the hurricane. For me, everyone I loved was at stake, fighting on opposite sides of the war. She used to love us. Why do things have to change?

A series of one - Shots from my first fic Fighting Back that won't make much sense on their own.

A misfired spell sends a merry band of misfits into another dimension, where they have to re- defeat Voldemort, before his first rise. Inspired by The Travellers by rene3037769.