There was that age old adage: "kill your enemies with kindness." While she never deliberately chose that as her motto, it was something that she lived by. / / Luna Lovegood introspective. drabble-y ficlet.
Rose is a lot of things to a lot of different people. Rose is an amalgamation. Rose Weasley is the way the world sees her, and Rose is the only one who doesn't know who Rose is. Perhaps Scorpius will help her discover who she really is. Next Gen. Multi-Chap.
She is not a child and she has put away childish things, but in a different world, were she a different person, then she might have loved him. But then she wouldn't be her and he wouldn't be him, and she wouldn't. in this world, when they are who they are, there is only this: red dripping from her ledger and the necessity to wipe it clean somehow.
Insights into the relationship of Draco and Hermione. Five Word inspired drabbles per chapter. Not interconnected. AU. Rated for mature implications and character death.
You must quell your broken heart. You must take every ounce of grief and anger and pain and frustration that you feel and use it. Manipulate it to your benefit. Use it to create a strength within you to survive what's coming. Oneshot.
She burst out into the grounds, her feet sinking into damp grass. It wasn’t until she had taken a large gulp of fresh air that she realized she had been holding her breath. She shouldn’t have been surprised. She hadn’t been able to breathe for two days.
During their friendship Scorpius had picked up on a peculiar quirk of Rose's. She was more than just a little clumsy and uncoordinated. And maybe it rubbed off on him a little bit. Scorpius and Rose stumble along trying to find their way to each other.
“When I see you smile, I actually believe there’s something for me in this world. It makes me want to live,” Teddy whispered. “Don’t be silly,” Victoire shook her head and looked down at her hands, “As if I’m your will to live.” "But you are."
Hugo is refusing a bath, and mind you he is filthy, and Rose, the good child that she is, is already bathed and begging for a bed time story. Drabble-y ficlet.
Val H. is a lot of things. She's Ginny Weasley's best friend. She's the daugther of two rich, important people. She's a closet Junior Socialite. She's single. The first three will never change. But one little trip back home may just change the last
When a day turns for the worst for Hermione, she decides maybe there's room for a change in her life. Such a change spurs many new opportunities for her, and closes off some old ones as well.
Everyone had called him the chosen one. Their savior. He was the boy who lived. The boy who would save them all. The prophecy had said it was him or Voldemort. He would win or die. But he would stand or die for this cause. [one shot]
Because all I want to do is take her back into my arms and I can't. Because she can't depend on me. Because she might be strong for me, but I am still weak. Because I can't be her hero. Because this mark on my arm has already made me her enemy.
Melanie Eldens was an average teenager with a special ability. When that special abitlity turns her life upside down, it brings her right into the world of none other than Harry Potter himself. AU Do not own HP.
A look at Ginny Weasley a few years into the future. Along with her best friend and roommate Valerie Hart, she takes the muggle clubs by storm [assume PostWar,Light Won]
oneshot, songfic. Companion to 'Happy' and 'Who's Crying Now'.She was finally in a place she felt happy. A place where she felt independent. A place where she felt secure in herself. She was proud of the bravery she had shown.
Campanion to 'Happy'.She used to be brave, but she lost it somehow. She finally makes the decision to find that bravery and get her life back. One shot. Songfic.
With a last thought of Harry, she downed the rest of her glass and let the tears fall. Yes, she would be happy for him. She had no strength left to do anything else. songfic.One shot. HHr.read author note.