Stories by painted.inkblot

Oh, what times; oh, what customs--Hermione echoes, two thousand years later. // Nighttime thoughts in wartime.

That month isn't right, and because of 1998, it never will be. // May and the memories, emotions, and regrets that come with it. Series of oneshots.

You do not have the sense to be Daedalus. // Sense, Icarus, and similarities. Bellatrix-centric, character sketch.

I didn't expect this cupcake business from Lucy. I thought she'd write depressing poetry or something.' Lucy wants a cupcake for her birthday, among other things. Percy/Audrey, fluff.

And you would be in a lovely white dress, with daisies--you like daisies," says Aberforth. Ariana learns about rings and marriage.

Today didn't turn out the way it was supposed to be. Percy/Penelope.

And he swallows, thinking, "Sandman, what have you done?" Dennis Creevey, death, and memories of Hans Christian Andersen stories.

She is an unusually sensible and logical little girl, and it is all the fault of the smoke and mirrors.

Or rather, Anthony Goldstein during and after the war, in fifty oneshots. Title subject to change.

It's all so neat, really. One boy and one girl from each house. Hannah-centric. Oneshot.

Everyone's a little bit insane. It's just that some people have more damaging insanity than others. Sirius-centric. oneshot.

And old ladies shouldn't be trusted with such powerful sets of shears, anyway. Regulus Black and the Fates. Oneshot.

It's okay to be selfish. Teddy is sure something justifies it. Drabble/oneshot.

...But oh, were they wrong. We're just Slytherins. A series of oneshots about the Slytherins in Harry's year.

Five drabbles inspired by five songs.

Five times Dean Thomas should have said, "I love you." Oneshot.

Sometimes Gabrielle Delacour feels like one of those drawings in an artist's sketchbook, all scribbled over. Character sketch/oneshot.

In which James Potter II attempts to impress his cousin Dominique with French. Is anyone else thinking 'failed plan? Oneshot.

And they'd lie in the dirt, gathering dust forever and some more. Really, his life was like strawberry picking. Peter reflects. Oneshot.

The Blacks of that generation all rushed their whole lives. It took too late for them to realize rushing doesn't always save you. Oneshot.

He had only ever had black, black and silver and gray and green. But he needed more. He needed all the colors of the rainbow. Oneshot.

His mother had always told him that when he did something bad, he had to wash his hands, to wash away the crimes he had done. Oneshot.

Be like little flowers, lovely little flowers, Mum told them. Everyone likes a lovely flower. Oneshot.

Hugo character sketch, oneshot. Standing alone in the shadowy corners is what Hugo does - it's the best place for him.

And suddenly she realizes, it's all wrong - the sunshine is cold. Oneshot.

In which lyrics draw Luna to a most interesting shop during her first visit to Hogsmeade - all just a normal day in the life for Luna, though maybe only she sees it that way.

While addressing the envelopes to the newest Hogwarts students, Professor McGonagall makes an astonishing discovery...[AU, oneshot]

Of course he was still there. Why wouldn't he be? Because he wasn't. George was in denial. [DH spoilers]