At school, Harry had Hermione. Everyone knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang, except Hermione.

Minerva Mcgonagall reviews her life, on her birthday.

"It doesn't hurt to die." she said, "and he's watching you now." "the magic that killed me was reversed, almost exactly."

Who's the man under the fountain? rather large, but nice.

Cleaning out the attic at Godrics hollow unearths some embarrassing news.

"Tell me again, why are you taking muggle studies?" my professor had then asked me. That was four years ago, or maybe a thousand years in the future. Today was the second of September and this morning I ate breakfast with the founders of Hogwarts.

The life of Gabrielle after the war - not cannon

Draco has a drink at the leaky cauldron with luna.

I walked alone to the tree on the grounds, The tree that hid what was meant to be. I didn't see that girl watching knowingly, as she made her rounds.