Stories by MsAnnaGraham

Sirius is gone and Harry is miserable. After deciding to take matters into his own hands, Harry sneaks into Knockturn Alley, meets a strange man selling magical objects, and manages to travel back in time. ...A little too far back...

Tonks. Remus. Evil cupcakes. Last in a trilogy of what were meant to be one-shots, the Worst Sort of Torture being the first. Can stand alone if necessary, but why miss out on the fun?

Sequel to The Worst Sort of Torture. Tonks and Remus awkwardness. JK Rowling owns them, of course. No profit gained here.

He had thought that by now he would have built up an immunity to silliness while seriousness was imperative—he had grown up with James and Sirius, after all. But yet again, Tonks seemed to have discovered what he had previously thought a strength and, with that sparkling smile, turned it into a most frustrating weakness. She had been doing that a lot lately.

Neville's thoughts during Defense Against the Dark Arts in his fourth year. Word Prompts: Ugliness and Oblivion.

Just some fluff I had to get out of my head. Harry muses about a certain red-haired girl, Ron wants cookies, and Filch gets in the way. So basically, a typical day at Hogwarts.