"On his head he has a small black mob that already looks constantly disheveled." –Blade of No, "Rebellion"

"Well, it's like this," said one of the miniaturised Americans, kicking diffidently at a nearby flake of Harry's dandruff. "This dude came around with a bunch of pamphlets about hate having consequences, and he convinced us to go ransack some white people's businesses as a protest against the Lloyd Nelson slaying. You heard about that? Bunch of cops gun down an unarmed man in cold blood, just because he's bellowing obscene death threats while charging at them in a crack-induced frenzy?"

"Sounds heartbreaking," said Harry tartly.

"Yeah. So we mussed ourselves up to look more authentically marginalized, and went out to go strike a blow for universal brotherhood and maybe upgrade our home-entertainment systems a little. Only, we must have taken a wrong turn out by Edina and stumbled into some kind of space-time vortex, and ended up here on top of your head. So if you could just wave that wand of yours and hocus-pocus us back to the greater Minneapolis area, we'd really appreciate it."

Harry began to shake his head in disbelief, but caught himself in time and settled for rolling his eyes. "Hermione?" he called. "Got some Yankee brigands in here who need your know-how."

"During these two stages, a person can alter [his] memories and create false memories, but these false memories can easily be detected by a skilled legitimist." –arcanedruid, "Rubeus Hagrid: Grand Druid"*

"I tell you, I had nothing to do with the Cynocephalus Jinx on the Duchesse de Saint-André!" said the young wizard wearing the symbol of the Charbonnerie. "I was at the Halles when it was cast, buying parsnips for my elderly mother! Bring me a Pensieve, and I will show you…!"

"Bah!" the Inspector spat. "Tell that to the Orléanists, or to those fools who desire a Second Empire. I have honed my skill at magical detection at the foot of Étienne d'Étrange, Minister of Magic to His Majesty Henry V and the greatest master of the psychic arts now living; your attempts to hide your true memories from me are as futile as your dreams of a restored Republic."

The young man covered his dismay with a venomous sneer. "You Legitimists never miss a chance to parade your advantages, do you?" he said. "Just like your precious Duchesse, always yapping about her exalted lineage and exquisite taste, till no wizard with a speck of manhood would have refrained from revealing her to the world as the vicious cur she truly…"

"That will do," said the Inspector sharply, and drew his wand. "Come with me, and pray to your deified Reason that the Duc d'Orléans's pretender Minister will judge your case clemently. –As well he may, the boor," he added under his breath.

"Sirius shouts in triumph at the sight of Peter, barely giving Remus a customary look before pouncing like the Grimm he will be." –Sinful-Living13, "Southpaw"

"Oh, no, you don't," said James, grabbing his friend by the collar. "I'm not having you start a massacre before we even get to Hogwarts. What would my mum say?"

"But he's a Reinigen!" Sirius gasped, struggling against the other's grip. "I heard him talking about it with his parents on the platform! Come on, let me at him; it's my birthright!"

James groaned. "Sirius," he said, "even if you had already gotten the eyes and the super-strength and the rest of it, you'd still have to wait until he actually posed a threat to the human populace before you had grounds to go Grimm on him. Attacking Wesen just for being Wesen is exactly what got your Great-Aunt Mira in trouble with the Reapers; if you don't want to end up like her, I think you'd better learn to cool down."

Grudgingly, Sirius yielded to the common sense of this; his muscles relaxed, and he consented to be shoved back into his seat. James sighed, and turned to Remus. "Sorry about that," he said. "He found out the other day that the House of Black has all these members who used to go around hunting rogue beast-people in Germany, and now he's convinced it's his destiny or something. I keep trying to tell him that times have moved on, and that sort of thing isn't called for the way it used to be, but… well, anyway, I hope he didn't disturb you too badly."

"Oh, no, that's all right," said Remus. "We can none of us help our ancestry, after all; it might happen to anyone to have a heritage that, at any given moment, may or may not be in vogue."

His slight emphasis on the last word caught Peter's attention, as he had hoped it might; with a little smile, he shifted discreetly into his Blutbad form, and gave his fellow Wesen a broad conspiratorial wink before returning his attention to his book. After all, it was as well to let one's schoolmates know where they stood.

"Harry had wanted to settle down as soon as possible and raise a family, but Ginny had just signed a 5[-]year contract with the Hollyhead Harpies." –Zakumi122, "Magic Is Strange"†

"You know, I feel a little guilty about this, Lavender. I understand that you needed volunteers for this group of yours, and of course I'm glad to help you out, but to sacrifice my best child-bearing years because the potions involved could harm the babies… I don't know, I just worry I'm being a little irresponsible."

"Don't be silly, Ginny. You're doing a crucial public service. Now that You-Know-Who's been overthrown, wizarding England desperately needs a group of young women who regularly stick holly leaves and berries in their hair and then go and throw up on old men's dining tables."

"It does? Why?"

"Well, I haven't quite figured that part out yet. But the important thing is to serve the community, not to worry about the reasoning behind it. Come on, finish up your Emetic Philtre and let's get going."

*Crossover with X-Overs.

†Crossover with Life Is Strange.