It is November, and the artic breeze is blowing the cold rain sideways. A woman, everything about her either in black or white save her lips painted ruby red, waits for someone... someone finally out of Azkaban. [Now FINISHED!]

A lost love, a broken heart, a golden locket...

A story outlining one possible fate for Tom Riddle's mother. Written while listening to the song "Rain One" from the Cirque du Soliel CD "Varekai".

"As soon as Albus Dumbledore did it, he regretted it..."

Catilline Malfoy-Weasley muses darkly on life to choice lyrics pulled from Natalie Merchant's "San Andreas Fault".

No one ever knew what to do with Samantha Snape... (A/U, has its own webpage at www.covingtoninnovations.com/sharon/girlfromnowhere/)

"Shattered diamonds, maybe. Or they're like faeries, too. For no logical reason, I reach up and try to catch the stars..." A short, sleepy fic, dreamy and airy Sirius POV.

A mistake. An abandonment. A traitor in the making...

Mirrors create reverse images... Chapter One, The Desert of Rain: Harry steps through the mirror; the Lady goes a-hunting; and the Desert of Rain is first seen.

Part theory, part story. Nice idea to run with if anyone wishes to take it. Good cure for writer's block... PG because thinking skills are required.

Someone reflects on past and present... ''I want to defeat Griffindor. I want to fell the music into silence.''

There is a world, terribly different from the one we know in the books... Where Alexandria Potter masters the cat-o'-ninetails, struggling her way to the top of the Dark Army with the leader Lady Morrigan's blessing...

Have you ever considered the Dementors of Azkaban? As what they might be... senient... with a culture... a language... a spirit... a history... and a choice of who to join that could change the world forever...

A poem inspired by a few words I looked up in an English-Japanese dictionary online... I got into a really strange vibe here, so if you don't mind freeform poetry please read it...

Eeek, I'm writing H/H!! ...Starts off rather gloomy, but I manage to make it into a happier ending then you'd think. Songfic to 'Gloomy Sunday', PG for death and suicidal thoughts.

A quick, freeform poetry trip into the horrors of Azkaban. My first attempt at Potterish poetry, so be kind. PG for dark themes, mentioning of self-mutilation, and general tone.

In winter's calm, rage is sometimes forgotten. And in winter's calm, lonliness taints the day. And in winter's calm, deep thinking comes truthfully...

Savannah, Georgia, USA. It had always been his city...

Songfic to Fisher's ''Miseryland''. Sequel to ''True North'', read it first before attempting this. It's a story of how a little note in an innocent looking bottle can turn a girl's life all tipsy-turvey... A lot less angsty than the title implies.

A songfic to Fisher's True North. It's a cold, clear night, and someone is thinking about his true love... (Hermione/?, coming from the unknown)