A moment between James Potter and his one-year-old son.

Three-chapter story detailing the three times James and Lily defied Lord Voldemort.

She could feel nothing except the torturous pain erupting from her lower half. Her limbs valiantly tried to shift her disproportionate body up the path to the door, pausing only when she moaned in pain.

He was freezing. He was boiling. He was shivering. He was stiff. He was dazed. He was alert. He was in excruciating pain but numb to the core.

Short, amusing observations of James Potter from Lily's point of view. Well, I think it's amusing, anyway

My take on the canon event of James saving Severus from Remus' werewolf form.

James, clearly stumped as to why he hadn't provoked a response from her yet, decided to sit beside the redhead and peer casually over her parchment to read her homework.

"Don't I get a kiss for good luck?" James smirked, raising his eyebrows in false innocence. "Never." Lily replied, almost too quickly. "Just do your job."

Lily has an announcement to make. I felt like writing something fluffy, so here it is.

"Oh please, Severus, don't sit next to a muggleborn like me." She spoke in a clipped voice, each word drenched with contempt. "Merlin knows what your Death Eater friends would say if they saw you in the company of such filth."

This was sheer torture to experience, every single day without rest. He watched from the other side of the Great Hall as Lily Evans ate dinner happily, laughing and talking with her friends, not paying the slightest attention to him, her eyes not flickering towards him even once.

Sirius Black hit the pavement before his flying motorbike did.

Scorpius Malfoy has been an annoyance, nemesis and flirt to Rose Weasley since day one. Occasionally, something happens in life which is unexpected. Rarely, something happens which is completely and utterly impossible. Will be M as story goes on.