Stories by ACtravels

Sherlock is crashing off the mistakes made vis a vis the woman (among other things), John isn't so far off hitting Sherlock with something heavy and/or chemically toxic and there's a student murdered at his laptop in Earls Court. Case fic. No romantic pairings, just friendshipy goodness.

It was probably my curiosity which would be the ruin of me. It was my curiosity which led to me falling into the Potter's back yard. My curiosity that led me to experiment with my 'ability' and it was curiosity that led me to ignore the one piece of advice my mother ever gave me - never look into your future. James II/OC

It's just… he's never explained this to anyone. He's never attempted to because it didn't need quantifying or modifying or cataloguing before now – it just was, and now it just isn't, and John's cut loose and at a loss of what to tell people. Sherlock's gone and everyone is silently asking him what, exactly, he has lost.

Archibald Penrose had a rubbish job: poor students, low levels of respect, high causality rates and some degree of amusement - depending on how you look at things. Why the hell would anyone want to be a muggle studies teacher?

John did think of them as a couple, just not in the same sense that everyone else seemed to think of them as a couple. More than friends in the way that simple friendship didn't explain everything that was Sherlock-and-John, but not in a consummated, romantic sort of way. It was just easier to say 'flatmate' than explain properly.

Hi, I'm Albus Potter. And there's a very high chance that I will die prematurely. Why? My brother.

"What, Mum? You think I should send her a letter saying 'dear Rose, so it sucks that we broke up, although you probably had a point, and I was just wondering when the whole 'let's be friends' part of your speech kicked into action? Lots of friendly love, Scorpius' because, frankly, that doesn't seem like the sort of conversation that translates well to parchment."

Mary: angry, emotional, a degree of contempt for Sirius Black, family issues, a rather large secret, dying. Everything's just that little bit more intense when you have a time limit. Completed version on HPFF. Beta'd by AccioHPFF, MangagGirl & Snapdragons

Sherlock Holmes was back. And he needed to focus on the case because god damn it all if Sherlock let sentiment ruin his return as well as dictate his exit. Return-fic. Reworking of The Empty House - as Sherlock would say, obviously.

There were a few people in the world that were sympathetic, but gradually Myrtle had become a joke. Olive Hornby was the teller and the ridiculous moaning Myrtle was the punch line.

She didn't feel like an object, she felt like a body. An exploration of Dom's one night stands habit.

Peter thought it was almost prophetic, coming to terms with the truth about his soul - he was a rat. He just didn't know why yet.

She'd lived through years of Weasley Christmases; Weasley jumpers, Christmas crackers, Christmas dinners, presents and Fred Weasley. And now she would live through years of Weasley Christmases without Fred.

Remus planned not to draw attention to himself. Yet, here he is with a group of undeniably attention-grabbing friends.

Merlin knows he'd been to his fair share of trials, and a good deal too many in the past couple of weeks... Still, this one brought up a few too many questions he wasn't inclined to try and answer. Moody character study.

One minute Lavender Brown was okay. And then, suddenly, she wasn't.

Molly Weasley doesn't believe in abstract nouns. Actually, she generally disagrees with many a grammatical function – verbs and nouns are more her sort of thing. None of these poncey adverbs. A story about growing up. Backwards.

Percy could call her a social recluse all he liked, but after he threw her and Oliver Wood together at that terrible party nobody could say that she wasn't a fine conversationalist. Penelope Clearwater/Oliver Wood

You break yourself over and over because you don't know what else to do. WARNING: talks about self harm.

Over a month after Sherlock has returned and, detestably, things aren't quite back to normal. Still, nothing like a clear cut - according to Lestrade - case of arson and murder to ease the tension. Adaptation of the Norwood Builder. Post-Reichenbach.

You were just another silly teenage girl riding on a crush, until you followed him into the woods. Semi-based on little Red Riding Hood.

221B Baker Street was home to a thousand memories: the what-the-hell-are-you-doing-now-Sherlock moments, the experiments, the cases, the banter... And it was never boring. Not for John Watson.

It took awhile for John to realise quite how human Sherlock was.

Sherlock Holmes is dead, so why has his DNA showed up at the scene of a nasty double murder? Jim Moriarty had never intended for Sherlock to die. No, he had just intended for Sherlock to get bored. Post-Reichenbach.

She can feel the dirt crawling up her sleeves and invading her clean pristine life. She can feel it all encroaching on her freedom, pressing down on her chest. Hands gripping her very thin neck. She is being plucked, once more, from a sea of flowers.

Minerva McGonagall broke the rules only once in her life. A year of blackmail, monsters, stealing, friendship and death. The worst of her life.

It is winter and so he lights a fire; and he thinks of days at Hogwarts and then tries to stem the flow. Because memories are like tears, and one always sparks another. An almost slash Remus/Sirius