"Harry stared down at the piece of string attached to a safety pin in his hand. It was in that moment that he felt something in him break. He was too young, of course, to realise that it was his heart."
"You stare at him through sad eyes for a moment, surveying him. Sirius Black, known for his aloofness, indifference and pride. He stands in front of you: broken, exposed and hoarse. His eyes, usually alight with mischief, burned with pain for his best friend."
Winter; numb fingers and stinging cold cheeks, your clothes more water than cloth. Cold air that takes your breath away as you dodge past puddles which are stationed in attempt to freeze your toes. Gusts of wind which throw you back, your hair flying behind you like a sopping wet cape woven of fire. L/J Multi-Chap.
You close your eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady your breathing. Clutched in your hands, in a grasp that has made your knuckles white, is quite possibly the result of something which will surely change your life forever. A pregnancy test. L/J OneShot
Sirius Black was dark, darker than even Azkaban itself. Other prisoners feared him more than they feared their own minds. It was claimed that Sirius Black was insane before he even entered Azkaban.
You feel it rushing through your body like blood moving fast and rough. It boils in your ears and simmers in your stomach. The results stain your cheeks with a red glow, your eyes a startling dark shade as you turn your gaze to the horizon. Jealousy. R/H OneShot
"I wanted to have with him what he had with her; I wanted to be able to run after him in corridors and pour pumpkin juice over his head for a joke and steal his wand and turn his hair green and dare him to eat his cereal with a fork." Lily/James James/OC
Lily's adventure through her seventh year at Hogwarts brought to you in diary form. Make way for Marauder mischief, excruciating exams and of course, the one and only James Potter.
A coconut is an intriguing thing, as is Sirius an intriguing person. It takes the very patient and very skilled to pry open the hard case of a coconut. It took the very patient and very skilled to pry open Sirius. Little drable/shot about Sirius
Lily was troubled. Troubled by the thoughts of one messy haired, hazel eyed bloke called James Potter. She yearned for closure. A healer that needed healing. L/J One two? Shot
You're running. You're running ever so fast. So fast you cannot breathe. Your chest is heaving, heavy. You pause, holding onto the wall in desperation, trying with utmost effort to regain your breath. L/J OneShot
James thought she would never give him the time of day. But when he looks at her, her blush, her beautiful blush, spreads across her face like wildfire, the hue paralleled only by her dark beautiful hair. She is looking down, wringing her fingers nervously.
REVISED He was no longer alone. Someone else was there to witness his sobs, his gasps, his tears. He knew who it was. Lily Evans. It was always her. L/J OneShot
He pulled her close and hungrily kissed her. She kissed back, just as hungry. Their kiss was not tender, soft or gentle. Because their relationship never was. L/J OneShot
In his eyes was the smoulder. The bright excitement. Happiness and love. A description that could befit her eyes too. L/J oneshot. Short, sweet, fluffy.