Lola Ravenhill

They were supposed to die. All they wanted was to be at peace finally after their short, but eventful lives. For Regulus Black and Samantha Mulder, things didn't quite work out as they had intended. A Harry Potter/The X-Files crossover, set in a universe defined by Good Omens, Life on Mars, and Ashes to Ashes. Definitely a bit crack, and the sequel to "The Consequences of Bloody Manchester."

'Any wizard bright enough to survive for five minutes was also bright enough to realise that if there was any power in demonology, then it lay with the demons. Using it for your own purposes would be like trying to beat mice to death with a rattlesnake.'--Terry Pratchett, Eric A Harry Potter/Good Omens crossover.

Ted Tonks realizes that his little girl is all grown up. An R/T fic.

There was a locket and a note, courtesy of R.A.B. Someone had to have left it there, and something had to have happened to the real Horcrux. Major HBP spoilers and speculation inside.

Tonks tasted like black currant tea to Remus, a flavor he always associated with her comforting hands.

In the aftermath of a war, some things always slip through the cracks in the pavement--including two witnesses to Sirius Black's infamous massacre. A Harry Potter/The X-Files crossover.

“Dry your eyes, my little friend. Let me take you by the hand…” Even in the darkest hours of the night, when bad thoughts come creeping in, there's always a place where one can go to hear a story, let the daytime world slip away, and relax, just for a little while. A RL/NT fic.

The Death Eaters in Azkaban are screaming that the double-crosser double-crossed them. If you scream loud enough and long enough, someone's bound to hear.

In the summer of 1995, Doris Purkiss gave an interview to The Quibbler claiming that Sirius Black, notorious Azkaban escapee, was really the long retired and reclusive singer of the Hobgoblins, Stubby Boardman. Well, what if she was right? Sirius Black tells a story.

After fourteen years, she really looked bloody awful. A Transveritas vignette.

On one end of the spectrum is Chaos: disorder, confusion, what existed before the ordered universe. On the other end is Pattern: a highly consistent form, style, or method. In between those two: Life. This is a post OotP story that shows that even after death patterns can be broken, and things can still surprise us.