He knew his father had said that it would not matter what House he was placed in, that he should be proud either but still – it was SLYTHERIN! He had always thought when given the choice, he would have chosen Gryffindor but no, he had chosen something else...chosen another way.

Well the balls rolling if only at a snail's pace.

Some people say that you can't go home... Things change. People change... Things are never the same as they were when you left them. This is a tale of how Neville came to teach at Hogwarts....and ended up with a certain pub owner...

Drace stared in disbelief at the squirming bundle in his arms. It's face was screwed up, reminding him very much of a baby Mandrake, it's skin was red and wrinkly, and it was squeaking in a most odd fashion. They honestly expected him to believe that this creature was his son? That his wife had given birth to such a thing? It was rediculous!

If Gellert had been thinking clearly he would have seen that there could have been no other way to end it, no other way for the cards to fall. Dumbledore may not have made the monster but he had nurtured it, feed it. Loved it. To be torn down by his master, to be brought crashing down by the very person who had helped raise him up... There could be no other end.

Saving the world was everything...what do they do now? Set just after Harry's been to see Dumbledore's painting in Headmaster's office, this is my version of Harry & Ginny's and then Hermione & Ron deal with what's happened.

Every one grows up. Everyone falls in love. Ron just hadn't counted, naively now it seemed, on it happening to his baby. How was he supposed to let her go?

Fred was gone, he would not be coming back. He would never kiss her again. He would never laugh with her again. He would never...never again. This is my take on how Angelina deals with Fred's death.

He would have died for them and now he lived for them... these moments he shared with her...

Two Mrs. Potters. Two Very Similar Reactions.

This excerpt is set directly after (or could be considered a part of) Chapter 7 and before Chapter 8. It was originally intended to be the seventh chapter but I happened to 'misplace' it and so had to redo the ending of the seventh chapter . Hope you enjoy it, it was a lot of fun to write.

He had done many things for which he was not proud (and many for which he was!) but of all the things he had done, it was the abandonment, the turning against his family, that he regretted the most. This is my version of how Percy came to join the Battle of Hogwarts.

She did not know why she did it. Why she continued to hold on when he had left her hanging, even after all the years, the heartache and the tears...she did not know why she could not say goodbye.

Hermione said it first. He had nearly fainted upon hearing the words fall from her lips...

What do you do when the person you love, loves another? What do you do when you realise everything you've dreamed about, everything you thought you could finally have, falls apart in front of you? What do you do when you're not enough? This fic can be considered a 'companion piece' to another drabble of mine 'She Didn't Know' in the perspective of Seamus or as a solo fic...

She was in love with her favourite cousin’s best friend. LOVE. Not infatuation as she had long hoped, but love, and she was not in the least bit impressed. She didn’t know how it happened, but it had and Rose Weasley wanted nothing more than to vomit as the realisation dawned.