A medley of unconnected drabbles focusing on James and Lily.

The first day of Quidditch season is tense in the Weasley household. It's the one day, after all, where every single team plays.

Collection of various oneshots for QLFC, individual story information inside.

The pressure that let up at times returned, and she was drowning again, held under the water and yet somehow still on fire, being consumed and left as a shell drifting through the endless ocean, empty and alone. Warning: The Following Story contains scenes that could be potentially triggering to certain readers.

How could anyone have predicted that the moment the hat landed on Albus' messy brown hair, it would shout out, "Hufflepuff!" without a moment to think, without the smallest bit of doubt? / QLFC Season 3, Round 2. Oneshot.

It's September 1st, and a tired Lily Evans finds herself locked in the Prefect's Bathroom with none other than Sirius Black. Frienship fic. Full version, written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition.

It's September 1st, and a tired Lily Evans finds herself locked in the Prefect's Bathroom with none other than Sirius Black. Frienship fic. Abridged version, written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition.

On her third day of work, Ginny Weasley stumbles into the Holyhead Harpies changing room with her eyes only half-open, as usual.

"I read the book," he says. "Peter Pan. Took me all summer. And I've figured out why you're always so uptight and miserable: it's because you're trying so hard to be this Wendy character." / For Safari. (Sorry for cheating.)

Lily and James exchange letters throughout their summer. Madness ensues. Set in the summer before seventh year. L/J.

Lily and James's story, told entirely through scribbled notes and letters.

Wendell Wilkins starts hallucinating when a bushy-haired young woman points a stick-like object at him. His mind becomes filled with vivid images of a man who looks just like him. Except this man has a daughter who bears an uncanny resemblance to that young woman. ONESHOT

"I'm alone with Lily Evans, in a dark, tiny space and I'm acting like a toddler who's afraid of the dark," he said. "A little bit, yes," she agreed. "But on the other hand, I'm alone with James Potter, in a dark, tiny space, and I don't even mind so much. So it's a strange situation for the both of us." He nodded, the left corner of his mouth pulling up. "Strange situation indeed."

"On this particular night, James Potter and Lily Evans were meant to patrol the castle, but instead of meeting up in the Entrance Hall as they usually would to start their rounds, the Head students met early when James was wandering around the third floor to pass the time and found Lily in a rather dire situation." Jily-Oneshot!

It's a challenge. One week. Lily's hanging out with the Marauders. But trying to keep up with four seventeen year old boys isn't that easy. "If I win you don't ask me out. At all. Never again." "And if I win, you're my girlfriend." This'll be interesting.

Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

LJ. Lily Evans keeps a diary in her seventh year to chronicle the strange, murky, embarrassing, and sometimes plain crazy events that a young witch set to graduate has to navigate through. Written in the style of 'Bridget Jones's Diary.' R&R?

Three rules of Quidditch, one: do not daydream your captain less attired in a Scottish kilt. Two: do not compare the shape of a quaffle to his bottom. Three: do not fall in love with said captain. Too bad Katie’s done all three. KatieOliver. One shot.