Stories by boring the goose

James Sirius Potter happens upon a certain artifact from his father's youth.

Finnick's odds in the 65th Hunger Games were not always favorable.

I look to my wife, my daughters in her arms, my son at her hip, and I wish desperately that we weren't some Capitol-contrived imitation of a family. That we weren't pieces in their Games.

I know what I have to do, and it makes me sick. I'd hated Peeta for breaking Delly's heart, but now I was doing the same thing to Gale. There was no other way we'd survive these games.

So here it is, an exclusive interview with one Lucy Weasley, and you don't even have to butcher it, as it's going straight to print.

I'm looking for my father," I say softly, pointing to his face in the crumpled picture. "Percy Weasley. Can you help me?" The woman stutters. "Percy Weasley only has one daughter--" "That he knows of."

Bellatrix doesn't know how Andromeda does it. How could anyone stand the rain?

Three sisters, three completely different worlds. One moment.

Teddy Lupin is ready to be sorted just like any other kid. Unfortunately, the Sorting Hat has different plans...