Minerva has a problem. Albus offers help, but he knows that his is only a temporary solution. He needs to take precautions that Minerva's needs are taken care of, should something happen to him. Unusual attempt at MM/HG. Spanking, mild bondage, consensual. Don't complain that you haven't been warned. Rated M for later chapters.

"She was a lucky woman, my mother, to be loved by a man like you.", Harry whispered before turning away and making his way out of the room, the heavy feeling of finality weighing upon his soul. * "We had the stars, you and I. And this is given once only." ― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

They had been visiting Frank every other day ever since that fateful day back in 1981, but Alice still had trouble believing Frank wasn't Frank anymore. Once, her husband had been an energetic ball of fluff, helping everyone he came across, encouraging people to be the best version of themselves. And now… Now, he could barely even recognize his family.

"Where is he, Kreacher? Did he go to the Department of Mysteries?" Harry roared after the elf. Before Kreacher could reply, the door swung open behind the house-elf and Remus walked in. "Who's shouting, Kreacher?" A tidal wave of relief washed over Harry when he saw the older man. "Remus!" he gasped, his fear still evident in his tone. "It's Sirius! He's in trouble!"

She despised magic — it had taken her love from her — but as the pain in her lower back radiated to the front, Merope knew she had no other choice. Even if she didn't want to live, she wanted to bring her child into the world. Her child had done nothing wrong and didn't deserve to die out in the freezing cold.

Dumbledore knew what he had to do. He had to wipe Trelawney's memory of visiting him. If she didn't remember applying for the Divination post, she would never realize she had predicted something that could make or break the Wizarding World. Waving his wand and uttering just three syllables, Dumbledore's job was done.

Harry Potter Sorcerer's Stone timeline. Tentang dua orang gadis yang terdampar di dunia sihir, pikir mereka hanya sekedar membantu yang terpilih, Harry Potter, semakin lama keadaan semakin sulit, mereka jadi terlibat pada sesuatu yang lebih serius.

When James Sirius Potter — who was called Jay by everyone so as to not be confused with his grandfather — was old enough to understand what had happened that fateful night, he asked his grandfather James to tell him the story of how he defeated the most terrifying wizard of the century.

Fred whispered, "Please… don't get mad at me, okay?" "Why would I —" Hermione's words got stuck in her throat when he slowly turned around to face her. Her eyes widened when she saw the stains of blood on his mouth. "Fred!"

He had always had a huge crush on the slightly older man, but as he listened to Remus ramble on about his prospective date, bitterness clogged his throat. "I want to surprise him, that's all," Remus murmured, his shoulders slumping at Regulus' tone. "If you don't have the time or energy to do it, then it's fine. I'll hire someone else to teach me the piano."

"Well, hello there, beautiful!" Hermione whirled around, her face red with exertion, and the canvas swayed at her sudden movement. She yelled out in terror as the canvas toppled towards the man and tried to steady it as best as she could.

"Tell me again why you're against love," she said, walking right behind him. "Even salt and pepper shakers come in pairs, and you know why? Because there's love everywhere. Love's the only thing free in this expensive world. Love gives you the joy to live, determination to fight, and hope for the future. It transcends any religion or boundary. It's just... love."

This story is a slow burn femslash between Hermione and Bellatrix. It takes place at the start of movie 5 and will be based more on the movies than the books. The first few chapters will closely follow Hermione and later will introduce Bellatrix. Hermione and Bellatrix will eventually become soul-bonded and their magic intertwined. Bellamione end game. Rated M for later chapters ;)

He had trained so hard to join the academy, and Marcus wondered if he had made a big mistake. If he couldn't even hit the ball once, what was the point of staying at the academy? His family would be so disappointed in him. He imagined what his mother would say to him if she were alive, but he just couldn't bear to think of her crestfallen expression.

"Mate, why do you look like a centaur with antlers?" Sirius asked, bewildered at James' half-transformation. James' torso was human, but his backside was stuck in his Animagus form — yet, he still had his antlers.

Warning: SMUT! Antonin turned around and almost choked on his spit. Hermione stood in the doorway dressed in a short silken chemise with thin straps. Her arms were awkwardly wrapped around her waist, which caused Antonin's eyes to fall to her cleavage. He had never seen her wear something so small before, but he was already rock-hard at the sight.

"He's the terrible friend for taking advantage of you. Tell you what? As an experiment — I know you like those — why don't you go up to Weasley and ask him for some of his... chocolates? Yeah, chocolates will work. Go ask him for some chocolate. If he starts whining about how those are his last sweets and whatnot, you'll concede that you were wrong."

Fenrir just couldn't stop touching her; it had taken all of his strength to step out of her tent a few minutes before she had woken up. He hadn't left her side ever since he had captured her in Strathspey the previous night, but he knew he needed to manipulate her into staying. She would be his perfect mate, but he had to show it to her. Warning: dub-con, death, gen-gap, swears.

As the years passed, the feeling that he was unwelcome around his family began to prick at Percy's subconscious. It was a terrible feeling; it gave him a sinking feeling in his gut and made him feel depressed. They didn't do anything specific to make him feel like he was unwanted, but the feeling still niggled at him.

Fortunately, Luna rarely baked cakes, but when she did, it was always a terrible idea to eat her baked 'treat' without a few dozen Poison Antidotes and an unoccupied toilet around — like Ron had once been unlucky enough to go through. And because Ron loved her so much, he refused to ever tell her the truth that she was a terrible baker.

When Regulus caught sight of the title, he looked even more bewildered. "Why are you reading a book about British Sign Language?" Rabastan sighed and dropped his head into his palms. "It's for… Hermione."

It all started on their 15th birthday, either by a terrible nightmare or a confusing dream. For Harry, it was a nightmare. Always is, always will be. The other three? Well, you will have to find out. Reincarnation of Founders. Fifth year au but close to cannon.

Luna noticed Hermione's magic had changed to silver-and orange, and a slow smile spread on her face. Not bothering to say anything as she was sure Hermione and Remus would like to confirm their news later, Luna strolled over to Hermione's side with her cup of Butterbeer in her hand.

Colin Dursley had been born deaf, and when he had started showing signs of being a wizard, his affliction and magic had been the causes for his parents' fights — and ultimately, their divorce. He didn't remember his mother very well, having only been a few years old at that time, but Miss Hermione was someone he trusted implicitly and looked up to as a mother figure.

Hermione pulled out her wand from her pocket and twirled it in between her fingers. "Have you tried to cast a Patronus before?" "No… Why?" "Why don't you try it? I have a very good feeling you can make a corporeal Patronus," Granger said, waving her wand around in circles. "Watch."