Stories by fanta-faerie

The first person that Finnick Odair ever fell in love with was a little sea-girl made of china with seaweed-green hair and a mouth painted the color of a goldfish.

One-shot of moments in Peter's life.

Eleven people who died in the war.

Draco Malfoy regrets the choices he made in his youth, if only to spare his son the consequences.

Marlene McKinnon is easy. Not in the way you might think- she isn't the type of girl to smoke chain cigarettes and hop on the back of the first black motorcycle that comes roaring into view.

They are wrong, they both know. But they are both missing the person that makes them right, so what difference does it make if they try to fit the jagged puzzle pieces of themselves together?

They had all lost something in the war.

And now, there is only one sister left.

It was late when Molly Weasley made her way back to her kitchen, heaving a soft sigh. The battle had just ended, a world had just begun, but he...he was gone. Forever.

For they are words- it is the words that separate them- the difference between them and she and him and what once was and now never can be.

Misery loves company. And certain company requires punishment. That punishment is what I am living.

It was impossible, she decided. It was never going to happen. She was never going to look like her and she should just stop trying before Harry walked in and noticed what she was doing.

He can't remember the reason why he ever bothered to fight. Not anymore. Written for Silverbirch's Christmas challenge

She was extraordinary. Simply extraordinary.

Black, black, black. Black as night, black as cold, black as black.

It sucks being overshadowed you know? Being a child of two-thirds of the Golden Trio...well, it's not easy.

It had changed, you know. Maybe not a lot, maybe just a little, but it had changed. The memories were fading.

He hated him. That boy with her green eyes.

The rain was pounding down, lighting flashing through the inky darkness. "Is...is this it, then?" A girl asks quietly. "Is it finally over?"

Aislinn is a hopeless case. She’s seventeen, unmarried, and has no proposals in the horizon. So when the infamous Sirius Black offers a lesson on how to catch a man, she can’t help but accept. However, this Marriage Contract is more than what it seems..

It was horrible, you know, seeing the same sights for fourteen years. It was horrible, hearing the same sounds. The laughter that meant the end was near, the dead silence of accepted fate. And it was horrible, realizing that soon, it would be him.

He hoped that perhaps they would never endure the hardships that he knew were coming...that his baby girl and this little boy would stay eternally happy, blissful in their first dance together. He hoped for nothing else. Because that was a father's love.

She loved him. It was sick, sick, sick, she knew, not to care about all the people that he hurt. To only care about one person's pain, the one person who caused so much hurt that the entire world hated him. But she didn't care. She loved him.

He was pathetic. Utterly pathetic. Really, there was no other word to describe it. To describe a man in love with his best friend's love.

Neville writes his mother a birthday card during the War. Takes place in Seventh Book

He was in a hallway. An endlessly long hallway, with nothing but a single light glowing brightly at the end. And then there seemed to be a shadow in that light, a shadow with a figure so familiar, it made his heart hurt. Sirius/Autumn

All he asked for was a kiss. A single kiss. Sirius/Lily.

I owe him a lot. More than I'll probably ever realize. Because I am no longer just a spoiled kid, related to the famous Harry Potter. Now I am me. Now I am me.

I never knew that it could hurt like this. I never knew that a broken heart would feel this way. A dull ache in the center of my chest. I never knew.

He would be brave. Brave for this child, sitting in front of him, recounting the horrors that he had just been through. Brave for the woman that would have been the next to blossom out of Voldemort's wand. He, Sirius Black...would be brave.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he ran through the darkened hallways, the images burning themselves into his mind. His head leaning down, hers reaching up, that hand with that ring, the initials 'JP' sinking through her fiery red hair...he ran.

I love you..." She had said. "But...I love him more."

I don’t remember much. Much at all. But I do remember a voice…one voice and three words.

Autumn Samuels hates Sirius Black. So much that she compares him to rotten meat, and the affection is mutual. She's the ice queen of Hogwarts, he's the play boy. What was their story? Why does she hate him so much? It all started on a cool autumn's day...

“How’ve you been?” He asked her, swilling the amber drink around in his hand. “Good.” She mumbled, clutching her oversize knee-length coat to her. "It's been years..." He observed quietly. "It's been years..."

He left her there, on the cold, hard floor. Because they weren't meant to be...never meant to be.

Owls hooted, the crickets chirped...and then all fell silent. A single man opened a rusted gate, walking in, walking faster, past dusty graves...until he stopped. Stopped at a grave. Her grave.

A picture of them lay burning in the embers of a dying fire. A picture of Sirius Black and...

He watched them that day. The day they were married. He loved her, so, so much...but it would never, never, be enough.

His gray eyes followed them, walking slowly away, hand in hand. They looked away, not wanting to see the obvious love between the two. Was it really so hard to believe he had fallen in love with her? With his best friend's love?

But I still believe in destiny. That you and I were meant to be." His gray eyes looked into her emerald ones. "But fate trumped destiny once again. Love him, won't you? For me?" She looked at him, a single tear rolling down her cheeks. And she nodded.

Ever changing, never the same, the sky shines hope, yet throws darkness into our lives. It is always different, and will always change, as one little child finds out as she realizes that true love isn't always true.

It was their wedding day. They were supposed to have forever, because she was his forever. But forever ended. And it was never going to come back.

What had Hagrid thought as he lifted the Boy Who Lived from the rubble of his destroyed home? What thoughts, what promises had he made, both to himself, and the little boy in his arms? Anything. Anything and Everything.

It was hard, you know, to realize the only man you'd ever love was a murderer.

James Potter is dead. But his love for his son lives on.

Severus Snape...no one knows the pain he went through to be with her. And no one knows what he felt because of her. Here it is-his story...

Sirius Black is drunk. He's just been dumped for the first time in his life and it's not going too well...

Damn you, Sirius Black." She whispered. She loved him and nothing would change that. Not even murdering their best friends.

James has just asked Lily out. She says no. But later she has a slight change of heart...very cute/funny!

Something is wrong. But what? Sirius on the last day.

Sirius thinks about someone, about the memories of long ago, of the girl he once loved. The girl he still does. Of the memories long lost...

Shippo gets some peace...

Serena gets badly hurt in a battle against a youma. Later when stranded, who should come along but Darien Shields!Can the 2 put aside their differences to help save the world and possibly Serena?