Seamus never cared much for Dean's singing until he needed it the most.

And they dive heartfirst, no fear of the crash.:: Romione freeverse.

Albus falls, and Albus prays that the crash won't hurt:: Albus, Scorpius, and ignoring reason. For Schermionie.

A life changing induction has Lucius wondering whether or not he can be with a woman his tormentor chose for him. Does the loss of his free will mean that his chance at complete happiness no longer exists?

Victoire's upset, and Dominique offers up some sisterly advice. But when Victoire takes it, will she get the response she was looking for? Teddy/Victoire fluff.

'Lily wondered if this was her own version of the afterlife, this tortuous reliving of voices she would never hear again in an endless salsa, sashaying and twisting beyond her reaching grasp for an eternity of misery she now felt certain she deserved –' Three-shot inspired by grief. Lily/James. M for mild language.

They will be forever, because this sort of love has to eternal. - MollyArthur.

See, Lily's potion would not, could not turn blue. It would remain orange and she would continue her life as if that night hadn't happened. It was completely impossible for the potion to turn blue, for if it did, she would be pregnant. With a Scamander's child.

All his life Tom Riddle waited for his father to come out of the mirror and save him.

Hecho para las reservas del reto "una imagen, una historia" del foro La noble y ancestral casa de los Black. Algunos recuerdos están dibujados con tinta indeleble, de manera que jamás podremos olvidaros. Porque hay cosas que siguen con nosotros toda nuestra vida. One-shoot

Lucy always told everyone that she wanted to be just like her father. Written for Tech Discovery, for Camp Potter.

Based on J.K. Rowling's 800 word prequel regarding Sirius's flying motorbike. James and Sirius have got their hands on the new contraption when they take it out for a test run. Unfortunately for them, the Muggle police are on the look-out. One-shot.

This was her only outlet, the only way she could begin to understand her feelings – they were hers and yet they didn't make any sense to her. Warnings inside.

Verity is waiting for the right moment to comfort George after Fred's death, as well as, the right moment to tell him how she feels.

You want to write a symphony about the way her eyelids flutter when she's dreaming. / Molly, Roxanne and waltzing alone. for allie & hpfc.

Considerações de Albus sobre Scorpius e de Scorpius sobre Albus acerca os temas mais banais do universo.

"It's the same every night. She lies in her bed staring blankly up at the ceiling, barely blinking, never stirring. - Breathe in, breathe out"

Bellatrix was never a patient woman, not even when it would serve her best, and never was she so painfully aware of her own impatience as when she was waiting for her Master to come for her. Written for Archery, for Camp Potter

Oneshot: It was a quiet day in Hogwarts when suddenly-! HAS A SHOCKING ENDING! Read to find out more.

Things wouldn't always be perfect, but Lysander would always come back for Lucy.

But she flies around with a smile on her face, because she doesn't want to be like the rest of them (Sometimes, though, while she's busy being different, she forgets that sometimes, it's good to be the same) /freeverse

-¿Por qué me besaste?- pregunto un poco insegura Luna, si insegura, por primera vez en la vida. -Porque te veías muy linda con esa mancha en el labio- respondió Ron sin vergüenza, ni colorado ... -¿Por qué me besaste?- esta vez pregunto Ron, confundido -Para que te animes a invitarme a salir- contesto Luna con tranquilidad, y con esto desapareció de la vista de Ron.

Lavender siempre ha soñado con ver la tableta de chocolate que oculta Ronald Weasley bajo la camiseta. Está segura de que su Ro-Ro tiene los abdominales perfectos. Una idea de Parvati hace que ambas terminen escondidas en el vestuario de los chicos de Gryffindor después del partido de quidditch, pero lo que Lavender ve allí es algo con lo que no había contado en absoluto.

One shot. Malfoy and Astoria have never been the best of friends. His father wants him to be friends with the Slytherin purebloods...and he doesn't exactly listen to his father. Without all their friends around, on Malfoy's thirteenth birthday, something may change.

Red; the colour of everything he was, and everything his family wasn't. Red, the colour of passion, fury and fire. / He loved her for years and years, and never got to tell her. / Sirius/Marlene. OS.