"He's mad. He can't be hearing his parents. They're dead. But he sees now that maybe going insane isn't as bad as they make it out to be. Maybe being a little bit crazy can be good for you; maybe it's a good thing." In which we watch Harry grow from a bright-eyed little boy to a war-hardened hero who may or may not have gone mad along the way.

50 drabbles of 100 words or less between Draco and Astoria, with no chronological order. Prompts are from the 50 drabbles 50 words or less challenge from the forum Harry Potter Fanficton Challenges. R&R please.

Elizabeth is a special girl infact she is a veela everyone loves her but there is someone who really loves her,howeve,she doesnt see it.She thinks he loves her only because she is beatiful but she is wrong.sb/oc!

Remus Lupin has two big problems: 1. He is helplessly in love with his good friend, Sirius Black. 2. He is a werewolf, and no one knows but him and Dumbledore. Which is sort of an issue.

Ron tries to ask out Hermione, but he doesn't really know how, because when it comes down to it, he sucks at love.

Hermione is unhappy with her current life situation, fallen out of love with her husband and arguing with her teenage children. It does not help that she has fallen in love with someone else. As she does not know what to do she ends up in Myrle's bathroom... Luckily someone comes to her aid. Warning: Sensitive Material.

Fifth year is here. Pansy is nursing a broken heart because of Draco, but doing it so covertly no one would think she was hurting. Meanwhile, a certain ginger-head catches her eye but they are from opposite ends of the world and things are too complicated. Does he have feelings for her like she does for him? Will Pansy be brave this year and take risks where her heart is concerned?

Hilarious drabble based on one of my maddest and most loved headcanons; of manliness, jelly beans, fangirls and James's left shoe. Let the post-concert crack begin! Beatles!Marauders; mild Remus/Sirius.

I never thought of it happening. The thought never crossed my mind. What will we do when magic isn't ours anymore?

It was such a small thing—utterly insignificant. It's funny how the small things become such big things when the big things are too large to handle.

It begins with illegal cauldrons, involves bobbing for apples, and ends in a kiss. A more lighthearted look at the circumstances leading to Remus and Tonks' first kiss.

No one really thinks about it, but when you cage a man and deny him the company of other men, you make him less than a man.

Albus Potter meet in their first school year and form a friendship, perhaps a relationship later on. Albus/Scorpius

You look awful. That's all I can think to say, so I say nothing.

Harry's September 1st 1991, as imagined by me, if James and Lily had been alive. The mischief that might have occurred before leaving to the station and how James and Lily would have felt watching their son leave for Hogwarts.

We've changed, you and I. There was a time when we were young. I suppose we still are in some sense. To the outside world we're children playing in a war that isn't ours. We know better.

We were soldiers. We fought for our lives and our ideals. Now we're gone.

It was war. It was guerrilla war. We let our guard down for one second and the world fell apart.

-Before I go and end up hugging my own waist, 'cause there's this empty space in my bed tonight.- Inspired by the Molotov Jukebox song. Molly was right: Tonks had decided to spend Christmas alone. Until Remus visited her before going underground. 'I'm not regretting this. But I'm sorry.' The first time they got together. Bittersweet, stubborn, loyal, that's this fic, that's them.

When the hat announced its choice everything froze. I'm shaking so hard I can't get off the stool. Someone removes the hat from my head. The hall is silent. I don't understand. What's happening?

Harry Potter goes back to school with a darker view on life. Having been abused and lie to all his life, Harry can't take it anymore and decides its time to make a change.Its time for everyone to see what lies behind the smile. Good!slytherins, Good!Tom, bashing of Dumbledore, Ron, Ginny, and Molly.

They were green. So green. The color of death's magical incarnate. The color of grass on a cool summer day. Like sparkling emeralds.

Sirius Black was used to being left behind. It wasn't a whine or a complaint, just a fact. Rated for language.

Harry met a certain someone in a muggle coffee shop. A year later, he met her again. In the Hogwarts Express.

Harry le amaba, le amaba más que a cualquier otra persona en el mundo, pero por lo mismo que le amaba, tenía que dejarla ir... Su camuflaje era la amistad y el autoengaño era el escondite de ambos. HxHr