The twenty-first century descendants of the Crawleys, now without titles, but ruling the new elites with far more power and wealth than Mary and Matthew could ever have imagined. Consider it the AU S55.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Modern AU in which Mary is the rising star at one of London's most elite fashion houses and Matthew is a newly hired junior executive in the legal department.

"He lets her go and she scurries away, and in his mind Grantaire's sneering because of course Enjolras wouldn't know how to hold on to a woman, even the slips and tatters of one." Enjolras and Éponine find each other in little cracks of time before the revolution, and then once more at the barricade.

AU. Take a deep breath. Wipe the sweat off your hands. Don't let her scowl make you nervous. You're only talking to the girl you've been in love with your entire life.