Stories by autumnapril15

A Prize by autumnapril15 Stale Result (Last seen: )

A little imperfect is perfect for you {Fleur Delacour Freeverse}
They pretty her up, and scrub off the red (but they can't hide that she's walking dead). Poem.
Sometimes you wish you'd come home in a coffin, not in a train where ghosts roam the hallways. Because being a victor isn't all it's cracked up to be. Oneshot.

The Last Gryffindor by autumnapril15 Stale Result (Last seen: )

With that, the light left his eyes. And the last Gryffindor fell.