scorpius isn't good at talking to albus' father

Days before his birthday, Lily starts ignoring Severus.

He's breathing hard, the cold air not helping him catch his breath. Hands grab at his feet and Kreacher isn't sure what else he can do other than stand there in horror as Regulus is pulled further in. He snaps his fingers, but even his house-elf magic doesn't do anything to dispel the animated corpses.

"Let's beat this record, then," Fred says. This will be a breeze, he thinks, over the course of their seven years. They just need nine-hundred and eighty-four detentions.

or, a collection of drabbles with nowhere else to go

Remus isn't mentally prepared for his daughter to start kindergarten.

remus, sirius, and taking care of a certain defense teacher

From now on, it's just him. And the Thunderbird, of course.

bill becomes a father, charlie becomes an uncle, but above all, they're still brothers

Albus digs around in his trunk for a while until — His tie is green and silver.

As he approaches the mirror, he can see his own figure in it and the rest of the cellar reflected in the background. There doesn't seem to be anything weird about it. From close up, Sirius can make out the words inscribed on it: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

anthony, passover, and thinking about a war

"C'mon," he says, and Mary can see him frown. "Wishes said out loud never come true." "This one will," Mary says, moving closer to Antonin. "I'll make sure it will."

"You know Occlumency. You saved my life with it," Potter says, filling the open air with his words. His statement hangs in the air, lingering, before hitting Draco head on.

Once upon a time, there were two knights. Their names were Charlie and Bill. Now, these knights lived in a kingdom far in the north, and they were used to cold weather. On this particular knight, though, the snow was coming down very hard… / charlie, bill, and a dragon

Albus wakes up to the smell of pancakes... and again, and again.

"I love you forever and ever," Astoria repeats back. It feels like a dream, to have someone this ethereal in his arms. If it's a dream, Draco thinks, he never wants to wake up. It's almost overwhelming to know that it'll be like that for the rest of his life.

Neville paints his walls canary yellow and bubblegum pink in an attempt to brighten his life up — he tries to be positive. / for liza

a collection of stories surrounding seamus, draco, and both

Regulus knows that James is joking — James is always joking — but it doesn't make him feel any better. It just solidifies his feeling like he doesn't belong here. / regulus, and meeting james' parents / for liza