What's in a wand and what's in the heart of man? Can you measure one's worth and self based on a few inches of carefully carved wood?
The romance of motorcycles and dusty old memories. You can't just go to jail for 13 years and expect everything to be the same when you come back. (somewhat slashy)
Sometimes the hand remembers better than the mouth what the heart speaks, poured out in ink and paper and tears and blood.
The summer Draco and his mother "accidentally" spent with Potter and the Weasels. Everyone's keeping secrets and ironically enough, only Ginny can see the full picture.
The man once know as Tom Riddle ponders life, death, blood, and those two magical words that changed his life...
Peter Pettigrew the night he sold his soul to Voldemort.
Draco ponders the meaning of his "ridiculous" name one dusty, summer evening in Romania.
"The Wolves were talking last night..." Remus reflects on his life before and after Hogwarts and his future... last of the Mauraders...