ONESHOT Harry Potter gets a much needed awakening in the form of a hit in the head. He then proceeds to get his revenge on Dumbles in a way that only the mentally unstable could ever really achieve. Crack fic, no pairings, drabbleish.

Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open." A relationship from beginning to end sequenced by kisses. Warning: slash.

“Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.” Regret is the worst aspect of a life not lived to the fullest. A gift fic for Envil Zepp.

I never thought of it happening. The thought never crossed my mind. What will we do when magic isn't ours anymore?

It was such a small thing—utterly insignificant. It's funny how the small things become such big things when the big things are too large to handle.

No one really thinks about it, but when you cage a man and deny him the company of other men, you make him less than a man.

You look awful. That's all I can think to say, so I say nothing.

We've changed, you and I. There was a time when we were young. I suppose we still are in some sense. To the outside world we're children playing in a war that isn't ours. We know better.

We were soldiers. We fought for our lives and our ideals. Now we're gone.

It was war. It was guerrilla war. We let our guard down for one second and the world fell apart.

When the hat announced its choice everything froze. I'm shaking so hard I can't get off the stool. Someone removes the hat from my head. The hall is silent. I don't understand. What's happening?

They were green. So green. The color of death's magical incarnate. The color of grass on a cool summer day. Like sparkling emeralds.