Nothing - nothing between her and Fred, nothing between her and any other bloke, nothing keeping her from kissing him, nothing keeping her from being with him. She opened her eyes and saw George. Just George. Fred/Angelina, George/Angelina. One-shot.

"No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are, Draco." Requested drabble for Writing2StayHalfSane.

For Luna Lovegood, the entire world is off-color. Drabble.

James sometimes wondered why the Sorting Hat put him in Gryffindor if he couldn't even kiss his best friend without running away. James II/Alice II. One-shot.

Remus Lupin's boxers were on fire, and it was his wife's fault. One-shot.

Six - not the biggest number out there. To describe a character in six words is most definitely a challenge. For the Hemingway Six.

All that glitters is not gold. One-shot. Third place, the Random Competition!

Harry asks Ron an important question. - To celebrate AVPS!

This was not happening. He was not in 1977; Ron's life was not in danger; Ginny was not at home without him; Albus Dumbledore was not in front of him, alive. He really wished he'd called in sick that morning. Abandoned. (Sorry!)

He's walking down a road in a sea of empty, a world of black and white, with no one by his side. Everyone's left, and nobody else wants to stay. His gaze burns too hotly. AU. Drabble.

Cho attends Cedric's funeral on a gray day. One-shot.

...because he's thirty-two years old, you're twelve years dead, and all of you, Fred, George, and Fred, are three of a kind. - For Fred and Fred. One-shot.

"I promise." Drama. One-shot. Post-epilogue. Harry is sent on an Auror mission to capture the next Dark Lord and his army about a month before James' seventeenth birthday. "Three weeks," he says. But sometimes, promises are hard to keep. H/G, TL/VW.

We run, we fly, we swim, and we sink - together. No matter where we go, we go with the other following, holding hands, giving the strength to not care and to keep going. - Lily and James' journey together. Poetry-ish, drabble-y one-shot.

Small poem that came to be out of nowhere. Supposed to be H/G, but can really be anyone. If it had to be named, it would be while Harry, Ron, and Hermione are on the run. Fluff.

Two-shot. James and Lily had a game that they would play - a weird, twisted, and completely random game - but a game, nonetheless. Their game changed and grew and reformed, and it gave them each other, and it gave them Harry. It gave them their family.

A collection of song-inspired one-shots - various moments in the lives of everyone from Harry to Draco. Canon pairings, mostly H/G and R/H.

There are so many things Ginny didn't say to Harry when she had the chance. Now... she isn't sure she'll ever even see him the same way again. He'll have changed.

They say that when you're about to die, you see your entire life flash before your very eyes. Every precious second of every precious day, and it only takes a second, but it feels like a lifetime, becuase that's what it is. They lied.

Harry and Hedwig play a game.