It was that time of year, again, when anything could happen, and probably would. Written for the 2012 Snapecase.

The dragon is not dormant. He's reciting Shakespeare and waiting for the sea nymphs. The Boy Who Lived is guarding the bathroom door.

In a world where fishes and butterflies are our minds, Sanity is fleeting. Drabbles.

AU. They were supposed to change the world. And instead they're here, living grey lives in grey London while their great destiny passes them by. HPHG. Oneshot.

Harry reflects on the closeness of his relationship with Voldemort. WAY more than the tiniest bit angsty, if you ask me.

Harry has been on the run from both friends and enemies for five years, struggling to survive and unable to do magic. When someone unexpected finally tracks him down, he is forced to tell his story, and the truth is worse than anyone could have expected.

His breath made white puffs in the crisp night air. He snuggled farther into his black coat and resisted the urge to grab a cigarette. His eyes roamed the horizon of concrete and lights. Sure, inside was warm and nice, but he wasn’t ready.

...I don’t exist, because no one believes in me...Like in that movie... how if you say, 'I don’t believe in fairies', a fairy drops dead...now there’s barely anything left, as I am swallowed by nonexistence. ONESHOT Depressing, possibly a bit disturbing.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione make a promise to the night and each other during third year