Annabeth is the Deputy Chief of Staff in the Brunner White House. Everything's going just fine- she gets to do good work, helps make things happen. She most certainly does not have feelings for the new guy in the West Wing, a certain Percy Jackson with whom she went to law school and absolutely does not have history. And when sh*t hits the fan, she's got it handled. Doesn't she?

"Theo!" Hermione half-screamed, half-whispered as she leapt out of harm's way. She fell to her knees, unable to scream for fear someone might hear, unable to stand. No. No. He'd hurt her, betrayed them all, but it still wasn't meant to go like this. 1920s Spy AU- between New Years Eve parties, glamour, and heists, some things go terribly wrong.

"Souls, she realized then, were dangerous, just like wishes and questions and carelessness. And her soul was hers— her danger to bear, hers to guard, hers to never give away again." Ginny Weasley has had enough of souls, and locks hers away. Canon-compliant. ONE-SHOT.

It's fifth-year, and the whole world is humidity and electricity before lightning engulfs it all in flames. Old friends become enemies, enemies become lovers and friends do too,and oh, by the way, they've all got to pass their OWLs anyway, because the danger isn't real until your castle threatens to down with you inside, right? Marauder's era, eventual Jily, eventual WolfStar.

After the war, Hermione leaves England altogether, hoping for a fresh start elsewhere, surrounded by as few reminders of the war as possible. The last thing she expects is to encounter former Hogwarts classmates, old enemies turned the only familiar faces she knows, and their differences might not be so stark as they once all thought.