Harry befriends two Durmstrang girls during the Twi-Wizard Tournament, and with their help, a great many things change.

"...He didn't know what it was, but it was as if everything in his body was screaming at him to just be near her, to touch her and grab hold of her and never let go. He didn't even know who she was, and he knew that if it came down to it, he would die for her..."

Holly Potter (transfem!Harry) takes a piss on a very special grave. Transphobes don't read. Rated M for mentions of girldick.

Companion piece to 'Fudge Gets Told Off.' Here's what was being talked about in the galleries during the Fudge trial.

Un blaireau court après un serpent et un petit lion. Mais il tombe et les perds de vue, le vent souffle alors et lui dit : réveille-toi.

Ella escribió cinco cartas que nunca pensó en enviar. Una compañera celosa las encontró. Ahora, todos los chicos de los que se enamoró saben la verdad. Y, quizás, ya es hora de enfrentarse al amor. [Dramione inspirando en "To All The Boys I've Love Before" (película). Octavo año. Compilación del canon, EWE].

When Fleur finds out Harry can throw off the Imperius Curse, she demands that he teach her. Seeing as Harry isn't really sure how he does it himself, his teaching technique is a little...unconventional.

Groundhog Day. Harry finds himself repeating the Day of the Yule Ball over and over, and he's the only one that remembers it. This may take a while to figure out, so he might as well enjoy the Ball, right?

He only has one chance to redeem himself. One chance to make amends. One chance to prove he can be the man of her dreams. But it's all on him.

"I'll roll the dice, land on one of the squares, and then you all will answer the question that's written on it. Whoever gets the right answer will win a point," Rabastan explained and pointed at one of the small boxes. "For example… What's my favourite number?" "69," Regulus stated, his face stoic as usual.

Blaise chuckled and began his story. "Do you know the legend of La Befana?" Scorpius shook his head, his eyes widening. "Wha's dat?" "Not what, it's a who." "An owl?" "No, La Befana is a witch."

Waking up in the body of thirteen-year-old Draco Malfoy was not something I had expected, nor something I'd ever wanted. However, when the change seems permanent, it is something I will have to get used to. What possible could go wrong. Let me tell you, a lot! A first try on a darker story with a hint of comedy.

After being attacked, the Weasley men find themselves impotent and unable to satisfy the requirements of their marriage bonds. As their marriages fall apart, Hermione creates a way for the men to satisfy them by using a Harry Potter as a host. Lemons SMUT Harry/Multi

"Let's play Three Things. We ask each other three things—like three things you would do after taking a shower—and we answer them," James said with a grin. "Sounds simple enough," Regulus muttered. It didn't seem dangerous. "Alright, ask away."

Now that they'd found the witch holed up in a shack somewhere on the coast of Finland and she'd admitted to her crimes, Harry could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It was over. The innocent had been avenged.

"Hermione?" Charlie called out, startling her from her daydreams. She blinked, almost forgetting where she was. "Want to make some snow angels with me?" Hermione bit her lip, mulling over her options. Stay inside and daydream about the gorgeous hunk of man? Or go out and spend more time with him? The answer was pretty obvious.

Hermione buried her face in between her knees and sobbed harder, thinking of how her classmates had all joined to prank her. The scent of mud, green slime, and something Hermione couldn't even name wafted off her clothes, and she almost retched at the smell. "I just wanted a friend," she whispered to herself in the empty bathroom. "Just one… Was that too much to ask for?"

When Hermione smiled up at him, her eyelashes fluttering, Thorfinn's breath hitched. He realised that he had been lying not only to Lucius but to himself too.

"Um, Granger… Don't panic, yeah…" "Cedric…" "But… we just might be… lost."

"I know you miss her, Harry," she whispered in the darkness. "I do, too. I can't even imagine what you're going through, but you should know that I'm here for you."

"Would you… would you like to sleep with me tonight?" Remus whispered in the darkness, and Hermione's heart flipped.

"All you need is true love's kiss, Reggie," Sirius said, wrapping his arm around Regulus's shoulder and tugging him closer—even though Regulus was now baring his teeth at Sirius and was a second away from ripping his brother's head off. "The mistletoe will disappear as soon as you get that kiss, I promise."

Opening the note slowly, Hermione's childish hopes and dreams of being liked by her crush were crushed—completely shattered—by the words Malfoy had scribbled on the paper.

Lord Potter. Holly Potter. Head Auror Potter. Hadrian Black. Famous Seeker Harry. Boy-Genius Harry Potter. The Master of Death. When Harry's friends take Polyjuice Potion to help him escape Privet Drive, they unknowingly invoke an ancient spell which pulls seven versions of the Boy-Who-Lived into their world. With war looming, there are seven new problems to deal with.

The holidays were when Remus missed Sirius the most. Sirius was in Azkaban and he was not coming back. He was the reason James, Lily, and Peter were dead. He was the reason Harry was an orphan. He was the reason Remus was so devastated.