It's Harry James Potter's seventeenth birthday, and he's come into his Inheritance. It's terrifying, otherworldly, and far too exhilarating for a mere "mortal" such as he ...

Why did Harry always end up in these situations? Take now, for example - he's floating in some god-forsaken sea, with no wand and no idea on how he got there. Gee, thanks, Fate. You're a real sweetheart. (One-shot.)

Harry's reading a muggle romance novel. Draco glimpses the text, and, in that oh-so-smug way of his, haughtily declares that the book has it all wrong. Being a Malfoy - and a pure-blood - he simply has to show Potter how it's done. For the betterment of wizardkind, of course. (Drarry. One-shot.)