Day 28 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 28 - A terrified scream rang out, echoing off the cobbled street, bouncing off the brick facades of the houses as one by one they fell into darkness until only her own remained lit. The pressing shadows beyond her porch seemed to thicken and pool just beyond the street lamp's reach. Waiting.

Lily goes home to Blythewood Falls and finds that her favourite bookstore may have to close down if the owner doesn't find someone to take over. Naturally, she offers to do the job.

Day 27 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 27 - And just like that, the man she had been kissing moments ago became the most dangerous man in the world.

Day 26 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 26 - "It is okay." He caressed her face, leaving bloody streaks. "I'm the last villain that has to die. You'll be safe now, they all will".

Remus moves to Blythwood Falls. After going on a horrendous date, he gets an interview at a local coffee shop. Little does he know the owner is...

Day 25 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 25 - I understand now, she is like glass. Not because she is fragile but because if you break her she will leave you bleeding.

Day 24 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 24 - "Nobody wants me, not even myself".

The trio go back to their 3rd year to try to change the past- and the future- and make the present better. But even the best-known plans go awry when hit with complications, and as the chosen one would say, "Honestly, Hermione, when have any of our plans actually worked? We plan, we get there and all hell breaks loose."

Day 23 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 23 - And suddenly, we were strangers again.

Day 22 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 22 - "It was never a matter of surviving the war Miss Granger, but rather of choosing the right time to die".

Day 21 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 21 - "For the first time in a long time I have no path to follow. No course set out before me. Whatever it is I do next, when I figure that out, I rather hope you will be part of it".

Day 20 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 20 - "I trusted you." "Sweet, naive little girl. Trust is for children. Time to be a soldier".

Day 19 - 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 19 - He stood there with tormented eyes, shivering in the biting cold. Close enough to her that the wind could not snatch away his whisper. "Stay".

Day 18 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 18 - "Never think I don't understand loyalty just because there is no left I am loyal to".

Day 17 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 17 - Death is an eraser and now my slate is clean.

Day 16 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 16 - "You know I'll win." "And you know I'll fight."

Návrat Lorda Voldemorta je zatím v nedohlednu, proto Harry Potter a Ron Weasley odcestují za studiem do zahraničí. Třetí z nezlomné party zůstane v Bradavicích sama. OVCE však nebudou jediné, čemu bude muset mladá primuska čelit. Problém započne ve chvíli, kdy ji ve sprše uprostřed noci nečekaně vyruší jeden nerudný profesor lektvarů.

Day 15 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 15 - She didn't sob or wail, her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.

Day 14 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 14 - "You can bask in the bright glare of the spotlight for now, but know, as you do you cast a shadow that becomes the darkness you can never outrun."

Day 13 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 13 - "It is exactly one minute before I die and I intend to live life to the fullest in the next sixty seconds."

Andromeda et Bellatrix ; deux étoiles aussi éblouissantes l'une que l'autre, deux étoiles qui ont éclaircis le ciel, chacune à leur manière. Deux étoiles filantes qui ont tout bouleversé autour d'elles. [Recueils de textes sur la relation entre Andromeda et Bellatrix]

Day 12 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 12 - She woke up to the glare of a flashlight in her face and a hand clamped over her mouth. "Not a word, they're close and you are just their type."

"Did I do the right thing?" Her smile falters now, only to be replaced with a mixture of desperation and pain, "Please, Potter. Just tell me I did the right thing," she practically begs him, burying her face in her hands "You did the right thing, Parkinson," He tells her kindly as he holds her.

Day 11 of 31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction Fest - Prompt 11 - The yarn felt soft to the touch and the variety of greens reminded her of the piece of polished malachite on her desk. Working with it would help distract her.

When Dumbledore left Harry that night He did not realize that he had made a mistake. One that would cost him his manipulations and plans. Manipulative Dumbledore and some Ron bashing. Rewrite in progress. Abandoned for rewrite.