Stories by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

He tried to love her, she loved to hate him. Sneak to Hogsmeade, steal something you don't need or want, drink, have sex with the person you loathed and wake up early the next sunrise so no one could ever know. It's a fun game. However, when you are a witness in a murder of an Auror, could you have any moral values left to find the killer? Or is not telling just another game now?

Life doesn't treat you fairly when Lord Voldemort's advances means that you can't trust anyone, sometimes not even yourself. After a student at Hogwarts was attacked and hospitalized by an unknown attacker, Lily Evans soon learns that she needs to decipher the mysteries surrounding those closest to her. The only thing is, you can't trust anyone when no one trusts you.