Ursula

It's Harry's seventh year, Voldemort has disappeared, and Ron is Quidditch captain, so everything should be going along swimmingly. Unfortunately, Snape is Head of Hogwarts and Fred and George are officially bankrupt. Even worse things are in store: Percy's trying to teach Hufflepuffs, Ron's not talking to Harry, Hogwarts: a History lied, and there's something very, very wrong with the Sorting Hat. . .

Since his wife Penelope's death, Percy has lived in an echoing mansion with only his daughter and the butler for company. The arrival of a governess changes everything. Percy/ Ginny, Percy/ OFC.

They fought on the train. There were four of them in the compartment, and they were barely past introductions and the train barely out of the station before three were tangled up in fists and punches and bites and kicking on the floor. The fourth huddled in the corner and watched. His name was Peter.

Fog, mist, Narcissa Malfoy, and something truly horrible. The beginning of a Gothic romance.

Your name is Argus Filch. You'd do anything to be a wizard. Even fall in love with the moat monster.

Terence Higgs likes drinking chocolatey stout, chatting with girls, and lazing about doing nothing. He dislikes blubbering idiots like Percy Weasley taking up space in his bar. However, Percy turns out to be much tougher than Terence expected . . .

Millicent thought belonging to Slytherin could only mean one thing: a sophisticated career as a journalist, or maybe a spy. Unfortunately, her looks are against her, and so is Parvati.

Draco's mother stirred a lump of sugar into her teacup with a tiny silver spoon. 'Draco, dear. We need to talk.' Draco expects her to prohibit his liaison with Harry, but by the time Narcissa has revealed her dreadful secret, he can only wish that his life were so simple.

An unfeeling woman has invaded Myrtle's lavatory. Worse, she's making coffee and cheery conversation. At least her nose turns up at the tip.

The only thing worse than cherishing a secret fondness for a boy who would never look twice at you and whom you would probably smack in the nose for presumption if he did, Hermione thought, was feeling this way about two people and not being able to tell them apart. But she wasn't thinking about that sort of thing; she had a riddle to solve.

Hermione decides to stop saving the world and start studying for her exams-- yet in the process of avoiding Harry she finds herself first in one man's arms and then in another's.