He sits in the common room, innocent and doesn't know what an instrument he will become in the future. (Not what you think this is!)

The world will end prettily, if I am with you. If your hand will touch mine and the ocean will sing.

My family is not something that I can say I’m proud of. Ted asks me about them, every once in a bit. He’s only met Sirius, after all, and what is there to be said about Sirius? '

In a cabin deep in a forest, with wrestling foliage and trailing tree trunks, there once was a family. A perfect family. A mother, a father, a son.

He was born in the era he was destined to be born, and thus my downfall was forged.

She looked at him with the vigour of a broken tear. He dared not tear his eyes away. {DP}

Hermione stumbled out of bed and slipped her clean robes on over her pajamas. She started down the stairwell when she heard a distinctly familiar voice coming from the Common Room. Ron looked furious.

“You’re alone in this place,” she said softly, circling him. He closed his eyes, painfully tight.

Lily is waiting for James in a park. Enter Lucius and his silly comments.

Sirius writes a letter to Lily from France. Lily has a feeling of motherly intuition.

Narrative by Ginny and Harry's daughter about her "perfect family." Some mature themes.

I look at him in those moments, and I know that he knows. He knows what a colossal difference there is between kissing him and kissing Harry, even if it is just on the cheek, before a Quidditch match.

ChoCedric. Inspired by Liebling. One of my better monolgues, IMO. :)

Very odd. Not as it seems at the beginning, I don’t like this fic at ALL but I’m posting it anyway.

The first time eleven-year-old Severus sees Lily. Abstract.

Conversational between Draco and Pansy. Contains burnt toast and muggle products that deserve worthy muttering about.

She’s supposed to be doing homework, but she’s not. She’s writing, all right. They all see her writing fervently and assume she’s thinking just as fervently. About runes and spells and muggles and charms.

Sometimes, when she's alone, she thinks about what would have been. What their daughter could have looked like.

*The first ff.net original Harry/Pansy story* Hogwarts plays a Matching Game with some very surprising matches!

I am winter. I am wrath. I am a boy with unruly black hair and green eyes. I am alone.