They are two very different students, Luna and Dean. At least, that's what everyone else thinks. They look at her and they see cold and rough edges and ice. They look at him and they see warmth and mischievious gazes and fire. They see differences. Luna and Dean? They look at each other and see themselves, as though staring into a mirror.

It starts out as a mission, an adventure, a way to save his best friend. Then it becomes more, as he meets Lily and gets to know her. Grows to love her. And she grows to love him.

It starts as a class assignment. Nothing more, nothing less, just a letter to Neville's future-self. Then the war hits. Things change. And, somehow, those letters remain a constant.

Neville is happy. Really, he is. He's married to a beautiful woman, works the job he's dreamt of for years, and has survived the war in better shape then many of his friends. He's happy - even when he realizes that Hannah is unfaithful and that, for some reason or another, she blames him for that. He's happy - and is not at all expecting to see Goyle there, not now.

It's fifth year, and everything looks the same. The same way of life, the same Hogwarts, the same students - only not, because little things are different. Things like Neville deciding that Draco maybe, just maybe, isn't all that bad. Like that new class, which may have a bigger impact than anyone thinks. Like how loyalty may or may not save the school.

They say that it's easy to be a pure-blood. That you should be honored just to be born into that world. But Sirius has never been honored by it. In fact, he grows up loathing the position. Because how can he be grateful, when he cannot even be himself?

People think that it's easy, being a pure-blood. They see privelages and nothing more than that. Narcissa, being one herself, understands that. She also understands that there is so much more then privelage when it comes to being a green-blooded. She understands...the burden that comes with it.

The average life of a house-elf is two hundred years, and the generally serve the same Master their entire life. Of course, we all know that Dobby isn't an average elf and that his life is far from normal. He's had four Masters - and one of them a headmaster at Durmstrang Institute, where he befriends the oddest of boys and starts the oddest of relationships.

We all have them. OTP's. This happen to be mine and, inside, you will find fifty drabbles and one-shots of varying lengths all about them. Based on a list found in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge; the OTP Boot Camp Challenge.

It started out as detention; Gryffindor, Slytherin, and a potions book. Time passed and it changed; Longbottom, Nott, and a conversation. More time, more changes; Neville, Theodore, and a strange little plant. for the harry potter fanfiction challenge forum

Every year, Percy writes a letter. One for each time that he's at Hogwarts, so seven in total. Each one is addressed to the same person - himself, years in the future. In it, he writes what he would never say to anyone in reality. Only what he would already know. for the harry potter fanfiction challenge forum

It's a birthday today, but the woman who hosts it doesn't know that. Doesn't know much of anything, anymore. Which is why Augusta refuses to go, refuses to put herself in pain for something that doesn't matter anymore. Which is why Neville goes on his own - and, wow, is the moon bright tonight.