Stories by Siriusgirl1

Thirteen years since she disappeared, the Cavallone restart their frantic search for her. The journey proves to be mafia-related, fraught with both danger and death. All is not lost, however, when their Boss bumps into his possible future along the way.

It was over. Hueco Mundo lay in ruin. The Arrancar were defeated by their foes. Yet none could take pleasure in this, for their losses were great. To Kuchiki Byakuya, there was no doubt that he would have, should have, perished there. But he didn't. Why?

When he had invited the ninteen year old Decimo and his Family to Italy, Timoteo had certainly not been expecting the timid Mist guardian to be the one causing problems. Problems involving an impenetrable prison and a certain prisoner being held there.

They were back in their time, left with the knowledge that their younger selves had managed what they had failed to. Celebrations were underway, but...where was he? Why wasn't he there, with them? Did he have no use for her, now that he was a free man?

The War is over, but the nightmares, regrets and fears continue. Unwilling to trouble her friends further, the Princess condemns herself to live with the pain festering inside her. It's a good thing she discovers an unforseen Knight in masked armour.

She was five when she met him, the white haired man. Her mama had told her not to speak to strangers, but he didn't seem dangerous. Although Gamma had told her that it was the ones who didn't look dangerous who should be feared. Why did he seem familiar?

Her mother had said that their blood was cursed. That they were all born to die, and she should remember that, when, or if, the time came. For their Fates were set in stone. But, this time, could she risk hoping that things would turn out differently?

All he wanted to know was if they had seen the one who had, in his own words, 'freed' them from their 'pitiful' existence as submissive Zanpakutou spirits. But, as he watched the pair continue to argue, he couldn't help but wonder about his fellow spirits

They were nineteen, had lived through a Succession Battle, a trip to the future, and were now living the normal lives of young adults. But there comes a time when all things change. When young adults must inevitably evolve into adults without looking back

She didn't know what she had been expecting upon their return to the village. Time, and death, stopped for no one, and being a medic-nin, she should know this better than others. Yet there she was, a step away from despair. And who was he to judge her?

As far as anyone could remember, Minerva McGonagall had always been stern. But it was all an act to mask her disappointment. Was it really possible for one of her brightest students, despite popular belief, to turn to the Dark side? To betray her trust?

He watched her blossom. He flirted. She glared. He grew to like her. She avoided him. He fell in love. She only just began to notice him. But they were opposites, light and dark. Do his loyalty and love lie with her, or with the Dark Lord she loathes?

He was in a deserted train station. Whoa, hold it. A train station? The last he knew, he was in the Department of Mysteries, duelling his insane cousin. He had to get back. Harry needed him! And...was that an illusion or was it really James Potter...?

He knew that many, many years had passed since he was first introduced to his new home, but he had lost count. He may have been defeated, may have aged, but he still heard things, about the new Dark Lord, about his friend. Did he regret his evil actions?

When they first saw her, she bore a strong resemblance to the Evenstar of the Eldar. As time healed her wounds and spirit, she seemed to resemble the beauty of one of old. But none knew who she was, or why the Wise glimpsed her holding a jewel of legend.

Things were not going well. More and more problems were arising between him and his family, and he was afraid that the threat made to his friends' families would actually be carried out. Saddened and depressed, will someone be able to make him see sense?

It was March 1st, 1541 of the Fourth Age. The last of the Numenoreans, Elessar Telcontar passed away, leaving grieving friends and family. The Evenstar leaves Minas Tirith to a place of resting none save one lone Elf shall ever lay their eyes on again.

[oneshot] The devastating war was over, the rightful heir of Gondor and Arnor was crowned and two hands were finally joined in marriage. Yet the departure of the Elves to the West draws near. How will they exchange their last, timeless farewells?

If there was one thing that she hated, that absolutely terrified her, it was one of nature's powerful creations storms. When she cannot run to her parents that night, who will she go to? And seek comfort from?

All that Sirius wanted was for people to be a bit considerate towards him as well, and he tells this to a few old friends on Harry's first night at Grimmauld Place, when Molly Weasley has a go at him, raising topics of the past that hurt.

[oneshot] After what happened in the Department of Mysteries, Remus Lupin wanders back to Grimmauld place with the rest of the Order, trying to deal with his loss, as it isn't his first one. As he broods, he wonders what happened to us Marauders?

How did Lily Potter take the news about the Prophecy, and the fact that Voldermort was taking it seriously enough to come after the child mentioned in it? What REALLY happened on that Halloween night, many years ago? oneshot

Takes place during the summer after Harry's 4th Year at school. Sirius and Remus meet up again after some time. Can they just depend on the strength of their friendship in the past? Or is that bond not enough to help the two friends, now almost completely

Sauron has been destroyed, and Middle Earth has entered the Dominion of Men. Elrond, the other Ringbearers and Glorfindel leave for the Undying Lands. The very few Elves left in Middle Earth are wary of the unsettling peace ... when a new Darkness arrives