Rose... with her redred hair and blueblue eyes. Incidentally, my 50th fic!

A conversation and some sneakiness...

Yours has been a tortred existance. Unimpressively so. tell me if I should change the rating...

this was their illusion... sequel to illusion. you might want to read that first

Fred Weasley will live on. drabble

Hogwarts is eternal... and so it shall be. a tribute to the gretaest school of Magic. a collection of drabbles, again POV may vary

The memories aren't fading away and it suits him just fine Tragedy/Family/Hurt/Comfort/Friendship

My version of how Mrs Weasley's infamous clock became necessary...

Take it with a pinch of salt...

You're a soppy romantic and you know that it isn't good for you...

But you sense that something, however insignificant, has changed

The mist lifts for a moment...

As the title suggests...

He's dealt with death before, but this time it hurts so much worse. Not Poetry.

What Glows in Their Horizon? Do they know?

Over the years, the many times that Rose and Scorpius were there for each other...

A conversation Rose and Scorpius have when Albus skips a Hogsmeade trip due to spattergroit...

James Potter is surprised... whether pleasantly or not... that's for you to find out... some strong language

It might have been. Could it have?

He promised. Rose! I love you!