Harry's looking for his hope, the night before his final showdown with the Dark Lord. No DH spoilers.
An almost but not quite epic poem about the conversation between the two people who I think have suffered the most at Voldemort's pale hand. DH spoilers abound! Quite dark, morbid, and I must say, uncomfortable. Flows like dry cement.
Ten Times One Hundred. Ten drabbles glancing over missing moments from DH. Varying characters.
Funny little motto, don't you think?
Petunia realises something she should have a long time ago.
The thoughts of James from his afterlife. One-shot. My first, quite small fic.