bruno

After a shady deal with one of his friends, Dung Fletcher is the owner of a little trinket. But the trinket is not as innocent as it looks, and soon Dung finds himself in deeper trouble than he can handle.

She was nothing but a cheap fortune-teller, a simple housewife who made a few extra pounds by telling people nice stories. Eva dealt in dreams, not witchcraft. But then a chubby boy named Peter entered her tent.

Tyke’s mother has an unusual hobby – she breeds house-elves. But life isn’t always kind to those who are weak, something Tyke is about to find out.

A young Death Eater takes on the task of burying a former colleague. Post-war.

London is a world of its own, with secrets hidden in every alley. Places you can only find if you know where to go or if you're in need of a refuge.``One night, young Redondo discovers a street he's never seen before, and through the fog he hears the sound of music. Looking for nothing but a beer and a few good stories, he soon finds himself in the centre of the weirdest tale of all.

Some things in life are measured out for us; all we can do is to walk our paths and walk them to the end. Gregory knew this, and so did Pansy.

Why is Remus angry? What is Sirius up to this time? Why does chocolate taste so good when it's supposed to be bad for you?

Eight-year-old Mundungus wants a pet, and one day he finds one...

Hidden behind high walls, Borgin waits.``Slash, Borgin/OC.

One fine winter afternoon, Gregory Goyle enjoys a bit of poetry reading. What he doesn't know is that he's not alone.``Gregory/Pansy, short and sweet.

Dudley enjoys a nice hot dog, when someone comes along to put a claim on his lunch.... Short and silly.

'Sometimes it can be difficult,' she wrote. 'Difficult to remember that number one rule of communication.'``LB/DT

A few years ago, I met a young woman in Knockturn Alley. Leaning against the cold stone wall outside the pub, she looked alien, like a colourful exotic bird suddenly appearing in the shadows.

Love, Lavender mused. It should have been hand in hand, a careful kiss in the corridor outside the common room, smiles freely given across the heads of their classmates. ``Not like this.

Tonks and Dung go treasure hunting in the attic of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Even the Dark Lord was amazed upon watching the effects of an atom bomb. The vast power displayed before him held a beauty so incredible, so horrifyingly marvellous, it made his chest hurt and his eyes water – as he wiped the moisture from his eyes, he realised with astonishment that he was crying.

A bucket filled with toys stood alone on the step up to the door. Everything carried an air of peace and contented calm. But facades are never to be trusted, she mused. Harry's wife has died, and Hermione comes to visit him and his son to see if Harry's all right. He's not.

If you had the chance to avenge the wrongs committed against those you cared about, and not get caught… Would you take that chance? ``One murder, two guilty young men, and a new side to Dung Fletcher’s personality.

Sirius wants a holiday in the wilderness, and Dung manages to borrow a cottage deep inside the forests of northern Sweden. Will the two friends manage to stay there alone for three days without killing each other? Not likely - so they decide to spend Friday night in the nearby village.

Sirius goes to see his first –and last- concert with the Hobgoblin’s. An argument takes place, with a disastrous result for poor Stubby Boardman.

Dung Fletcher wants this breakfast to be perfect; a meal to remember. There just a minor problem...

An eighteen-year-old Dung Fletcher is in dire need of money, and together with a friend he comes up with the idea of the century... to rob Gringott's.

One early morning, Hermione wakes up in her bed at Grimmauld Place. She walks down to the kitchen for a snack, and encounters two tired men. But what's wrong with Mundungus Fletcher's leg?