My sister wrote a story... Title pretty much says it all. Jelly beans are involved.

Peu importe la date, l'heure ou bien le lieu, cette lettre aura toujours la même valeur à mes yeux, toujours le même sens... Comment pourrais-je commencer ? Coucou ma grande sœur ? Salut ennemie de toujours ! Bonsoir lâcheuse ! Petite emmerdeuse de Gryffondor !...

Que faire lorsque qu'on se retrouve dans une école de sorcier , sans être réellement une sorcière? Une idée? On tombe amoureuse d'un pyromane décoiffé.

Puisqu'il doit bien avoir, dans le quotidien de Poudlard, des moments qui ressemblent à la vie de tous les jours dans une école moldue. Sauf que, comme à chaque fois que cela concerne les sorciers, rien n'est vraiment normal.

What if Sirius had a son? What if Narcissa took care of his son? What if he didn't loved his father? What if there's more about his mother than his father told his godmother? OCxDG/ HPxGW

sims 3 progression challenge prompt: someone carrying someone elses luggage

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." H. P. Lovecraft

Somehow Hermione ends up in the hospital with her friends, Harry and Ginny, and boyfriend, Ron, saying whatever she thinks with no filters at all. Of course, her doctor is her former lover, Draco Malfoy.

It all starts a week after the fall of the Dark Lord. What happens when someone forsees the future, and triggers a chain of events leading to catastrophe?

Follow the Marauder's from the beginning of their fifth year all the way to 1981. They'll graduate Hogwarts, fall in love and fight for a better world. Humour/Romance/Drama. As canon as possible.

Un hommage façon fanfiction pour les morts des attentats de Paris.

After a hectic first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin) embark on their second year.

She still laughed at the absurdity of it all. Two years had gone by and they had survived together..somehow...Surprisingly it hadn't turned out to be as miserable as she had expected it to be. She didn't know whether she was happy, but she definitely wasn't sad. It was interesting..absurdly interesting, according to her...how..how they had come to be...

Elle, c'est ce nom qu'on a oublié, parce qu'elle n'était qu'une parmi d'autre, à se battre ce soir-là. Elle, c'est cette élève inconnue qui a fait le choix de rester pour défendre son château et sa liberté. Elle, elle a dix-sept ans, et aurait du avoir la vie devant elle. Pourtant, ce soir, elle serre sa baguette entre ses doigts, pour se battre, pour tuer, ou pour mourir.

Choose your adventure challenge choice: ravenclaw

During his tenure as professor, Silvanus Kettleburn racked up an impressive 62 probations without being fired and only having sacrificed a leg and a half and one arm. Seems like a small price to pay. It wasn't that he was a bad teacher. He just wanted to provide his students the opportunity to learn about magical creatures. Anything that followed was simply an honest mistake.

Extrait : Je veux l'engueuler... le pousser... le frapper... le torturer... mais je me perds dans ses magnifiques yeux émeraudes. Je ne sais pas depuis combien de temps je le fixe, mais je n'arrive pas à le lâcher du regard... mais qu'est-ce qu'il m'arrive à la fin ? ATTENTION : contient du Yaoi ( homme x homme ) et des lemons ! Vous avez été averti !

La guerre est achevée, l'époque où il fallait se cacher pour vivre est abolie. Mais si le temps devenait un nouvel ennemi, le rival d'un couple ? Et si quelque chose de plus profond se cachait dans un simple récit d'une histoire d'amour ?

It's during their days playing by the river that Petunia becomes suspicious of Lily and her strange talents. Written for the Cluedo/Clue challenge for the prompts 'Petunia Dursley' and 'River' and 'Suspicious'.

A short collection of letters sent between (a very angry) Lily and (a supposedly innocent) James one morning. One shot.

There are seminal moments that changed Tom Riddle into the Dark Lord that has arisen today. This is the first of these moments, the time between year 4 and year 5 at Hogwarts, when Tom Riddle found out the truth of his heritage and the true purpose of a Slytherin.

She says to yourself, this doesn't happen to me, has never happened to me, and she stares; at the snow, at the naked branches of that willow tree, how the scarlet makes way for a new river, a wicked one, against innocent white, bright white, and this really doesn't happen to her. Then— grey coat, platinum hair, a wand— hawthorn wood, unicorn hair core; she knew. Draco Malfoy.

Starts in beginning of fifth year. Harry creates mysteries and starts his career of taking on the wizarding world. Dumbledore wonders about Harry's changes.

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse" Sat in his office, Neville contemplates the sad fact that not every child receives a gift a christmas. Determined to help, he enlists the services of his friends.

The Dursleys who didn't like Harry under their roof anymore took matters into their own hands. So when Harry came back to his relatives after his fourth year Vernon decided to sell him, not knowing that by doing so Harry would meet the closest thing to a sibiling he'd ever have and that Dumbeldore would loose his favored pawn.