That was all she ever wanted out of the hellhole. Was it too much to ask for? Oneshot.

They had originally formed to learn how to survive in the bone fide bedlam of a country the ministry had been so desperately trying to hide. Breaking rules and uncovering secrets were all in accordance with their protocol. Oneshot.

All the more reason to give up now, the demon voice that hid in back of Harry's head arrogantly spoke up; you really don't have a chance. Oneshot.

Poem about the Deathly Hallows. Oneshot. Check it out.

So, today is December 26th, as you clearly should have concluded from the date of this entry. If not… well that's nothing short of pathetic, isn't it? Honestly! Some people just never seem to get down the simple skill of deduction. Idiots. Oneshot.

All three of the trio had shouted out the latter curse, and the damage was visibly done. As if in slow motion, the Dark Lord's body fell towards the ground like old waxwork, crumbling into black dust. All that was left of him were his robes. One Shot.