It was not mountains of hand-knitted footwear Dumbledore saw in the mirror. Set in HP and the Philosopher's stone.

Song fic, meio babaquinha que eu fiz porque a música não saia da minha cabeça, não deve estar muito boa...

"She was always there." Draco is broken, but Pansy is always there. A short Draco/Pansy drabble. Warning: contains drinking and self-harm/cutting.

A snippet of the final battle, as it should have been in my opinion. If you agree, review! If you disagree, review! I want your opinion! I will upload more if I get positive results! Hope you like it.

Lily felt jealous. Absolute jealousy as she watched her husband who was lying next to her sleeping so peacefully. And from the look on his face he was having a decent dream as well. That's not fair at all. Time to settle the score.

Ginny is haunted by something that happened her sixth year, during the war. Draco is haunted by the things he did and the stuff he saw after his failed attempt on Dumbledore. on hiatus, story up for adoption. please contact me before adopting. :

Sirius has an exchange with a very pissed off Lily Evans. Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.

Um pequeno erro na poção redutora e Harry sofre as conseqüências. Agora Draco está cercado por um Harry adorável. E se ele começasse a gostar do pequeno Harry? Será possivel para ambos fingir que nada aconteceu quando Harry voltar ao normal? *Tradução*

Meet Sallie Cartwright, a 6th year Gryffindor, with a knack for Potions. She is on a hunt to make a potion to cure Lycanthropy. Will it be worth the trouble, or is someone going to sabotage all that she worked for?

A short poem about Fred and George before and after the Battle of Hogwarts. This is not a romance between them, it is about loss, love and dedication to family.

A poem from Snape's P.O.V.

With the arrival of another year, another set of students is introduced to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But as the students begin to uncover the secrets of this magical world, strange things begin to happen that seem remarkably familiar...

A song-fic/gift fic for Wizards-Pupil. I Want To Hold Your Hand by the Beatles.

A romance changes from month to month, just as the weather does. Written for astronauts' Twelve Months of Love Challenge on the HPFC forum.

Harry Potter hasn't given Draco Malfoy a second thought for almost 7 years, but now, with a forced intervention that he can't exactly ignore, some uncomfortable memories are being brought to the surface again. Rated T for slash. ASP&SM, mentions of DM&HP.

Harry has just lost the Quidditch Cup to Slytherin and can't get over how happy Draco was to win. What happens when the winning team captain pays Harry a visit in the Gryfinndor changing rooms? Pure smut/lemon Drarry slash.

My take on Lily and James surviving the night Voldemort came for them. What if Lily had been able to get to Dumbledore? What if the weasley's and Longbottoms and been there that night? Might be a story, read author's note for further info. HIATUS

Severus and ... Slash Drabble. 'nuff said.

Nonchalant- Calm, Casual. Now let's all hope that Ronald Weasly is a good actor.

Myra Selby, a very special wizard, finds herself in a situation where she has to choose which world to live in: her own, or Harry Potter's.

Baldur desejava uma das mais belas garotas de Hogwarts, mesmo que ela já tenha namorado. Até onde nossos sonhos podem nos levar? - Fanfiction escrita em resposta ao I Challenge de Personagem Original da FCHP, mestrado pela linda da Maah *-*

Really short one-shot about how people see Remus, Sirius,James, and Lily!

Snape siempre supo que lo suyo con Lily pudo llegar a "algo más" pero gracias a Potter él se convertiría en "El que nunca fue", esto es lo que esta en su cabeza la noche que descubre que el amor de su vida ha muerto.

The true events between Harry and Voldemort during the battle at Hogwarts. HarryxVoldemort, blatant yaoi. Not mature though. This is actually semi-serious, not as sarcastic as my last one.

Ils ne se parlaient pas vraiment. Ne se regardaient pas non plus. Mais ils écoutaient. Il y avait ce paquet de cigarette, et ce briquet, et cette lettre, et ce t-shirt... Et le silence qui en disait long sur ce qu'ils ressentaient au plus profond d'eux...