One minute Ron Weasley was trying to transform his rat into a cup, the next he was staring at a naked man. Maybe Harry's penchant for the ridiculous had rubbed onto him, just a little bit?
The debate is hard. It's cold. It's cruel. It's about... what in Merlin's name was Harry Potter's first word?
Lily's friends thought that she was a saint, a paragon of patience and goodness. But Petunia knew they were wrong, knew it for a fact. Because weren't sisters, after all, cut from the same cloth?
Amy was a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mother, dead; father, dead; Dennis, dead; and Amy is still a little lamb.
All those years ago, when he forsook his duty in protecting her life, Aberforth Dumbledore swore he would never fail his sister ever again. If forgiveness is truly what she desires, then who is he to tell her no? Especially after so many years?
Draco, a Death Eater's son, the boy who's always been forced to live up to his father's dubious legacy, is not a hero or a martyr, but he's just as much a victim as anyone else. And if he hadn't been before, well, he certainly is now.
Rowena Ravenclaw just wants her brother to be okay, but Salazar Slytherin thinks he's too far gone for her help.
As if Andromeda Black would ever get herself disowned for something as plebeian as love.
Wizards are ridiculous. Europeans are ridiculous. So what does that make European wizards? Mariluz Santiago really doesn't know.
Even in death, Regulus Black can't be rid of the wretched Potters.
Draco is in trouble and nothing more can be said other than it's Potter's fault.
Katie Bell comes back from St. Mungo's, none the happier, with her world shattered all around her.
But we are Blacks, and we always hold our heads up, no matter the disgrace we face, no matter the circumstances.
In which Lily Evans is more Slytherin than anyone realizes, and somehow everything changes because of it.