AlmightyTonaya

'Honestly, I can't even tell you when we truly had crossed the line that separated blinding hate from...something else. But we crossed it, or rather I did, dragging her kicking and screaming along with me. And, I didn't just step over the aforementioned line. No, as a Malfoy, I bulldozed the line, creating a black hole to take up the spot that used to be occupied by my common sense. Hers too, I suppose.' *Song-fic to Hedley's 'Villain.'

James Potter's graduation was the happiest day of Lily Evans' life. Not because she was madly in love with him, but because him and his gang being out of the school meant a perfect, and relaxing final year for our favourite red-headed bookworm! Or so she thought. Now even Lily's wildest dreams could have prepared her for this.

Deep and mournful sobs echoed from the boy’s throat. Harry never cried, not even when Sirius had died and when Remus had killed himself. But there he was now, sobbing like a child in the early morning light. Standing on a stool next to a tree, with some sort of rope around his neck... WARNING: INCLUDES SUICIDE.

When you go to school with the Marauders, there is never a quiet day. But, today, not a sound can be heard! Something must be up...

Hello! My name is George Weasley and with the help of AlmightyTonaya, I am going to tell you how I, and maybe Fred, invented the Ever-Flying-Cold-No-Matter-What Snowball.

George tells his young daughter about how he met Hermione, fell in love and lived happily ever after. Snogging, funny dreams, and Weasley humor galore. (Song fic)