Thirteen Ravens

Dreams. By day Snape can sneer at them and push them to the back of his mind. But as he well knows its not so simple to keep such an iron control of the subconscious at night. Unease can become fear, dreams can become nightmares...

Twelfth Night, 1978. A Hogsmeade FortuneTeller receives an extremely reluctant customer into her shop. "Fortune Telling is for Muggles and Fools," he is quick to sneer. But despite his attitude, the young Severus Snape made a promise to someone, and he is determined to keep it. (One-shot teen!Snape fic)

THE RECIPE FOR DISASTER``49 packets of Cheesy Nibbles, 15 kegs of Butterbeer, 2 crates of Firespirits, 45 twenty-something magic folks. (For best results include a squeeze of Werewolf, a pinch of rat, a plastered brace of hosts, and for that sharp tang - one socially inept, mentally unstable DeathEater.)``**To aid mixing, be sure to add a dash of Sirius Black: Cocktail Mixer Extraordinaire.``Instructions: Put folks together in a small cottage in a remote village in Wales. Add all alcohol, and leave to marinade for the evening in own juices. Then stand well back.

Hogwarts' shadows seem to fall more darkly this year. Is this the lingering guilt surrounding the fate of Sirius Black? Or are the shadows cast by long guarded secrets threatening to step into the light? Who is spying on who? Nobody can deny there is that chill down their spine, that distinct feeling of being watched... (Major characters - Snape, Harry, Lupin, Dumbledore.)