Lily has always considered herself ordinary. But as she enters her 7th year, things start changing and Lily starts going a bit mad. Suddenly, she's Head Girl, her mates are acting strangely, and there's a new James Potter she can't seem to get rid of. PRE-HBP

"From very early on, I worried that the biggest thing in my youngest son's life would be the girl he could never escape. I thought it would be horrible for his story to be so ensnared with someone else's, such a tangled ball of yarn that it couldn't be unknotted. Bright, colorful, beautiful to be sure, but so hopelessly snarled in and around itself that it would never be freed."

Bella Swan is a naive fifteen year old, set to spend another kiss-less summer alone. Edward is new to town, and doesn't know a soul. Watch an unlikely friendship blossom over the simple task of painting a house. But for these two, nothing is simple.

Bella always knew she loved her best friend, but it isn't until she finds out he's engaged that she remembers just how much. How far will she go to make him see he's marrying the wrong woman? A story about finding your heart and losing your head. AH E/B

The Three Broomsticks is the setting for five significant scenes in Lily and James's relationship.

2nd place winner in High Times contest for popular vote! Thank you! "This weekend, I will kiss a boy. I will drink alcohol…I will do everything that Bella Swan never does. I might even take candy from a stranger." AH

Abandoned by her best friend and suffering the torment of her hideous older sister - and her sister's hideous boyfriend, Lily Evans thought she was in for a boring summer. James Potter had other ideas.

When a rising musician falls in love with his small-town childhood friend, can their yearly New Year's Eve tradition bring them together once he rockets to stardom and leaves her behind?

Edward keeps asking and Bella keeps saying the same thing. But he loves asking and well... she's starting to kind of like it, too. AH, B/E O/s for the Will You Marry Me contest.

“I spent my time trying to find her, to understand the woven tentacles of her broad womanhood, of her petty existence and the meaning behind those mossy, lethargic eyes that I ingested during class and memorized at night.”

Once again, I watched another generation of red hair and green eyes, black hair and hazel eyes go through Hogwarts. And once again, I see and hear the echos of time.