V.M. Bell

The world changes but Hogwarts does not, its traditions ever isolated, ever preserved. Harry gen.

It is with a sudden finality that the classroom door shuts, relegating Lily to the stony realm of the authoritarian Minvera McGonagall. “You weren’t really lost, were you?” is all she asks.

Does he love her? Love, she remembers, is for lesser mortals. Does she love him? She doesn’t know but no doubt there is chemistry. Lucius/Narcissa.

Ron and Hermione are to be married on this happiest of days. The twins would rather not be there when it happens.

He hasn’t slept in Mother’s bed since he was four years old, when he scampered down the hall in the sweat of a nightmare.

Tom Riddle had two loves, one of wealth and one of squalor. In the end, he is bereft of them both. This is their story.

And Cho, with her glassy eyes, stared up at the cobwebs crisscrossing the ceiling and wondered again how it had come to this.

But there is a bit of a catch for, you see, neither is anything without the others. The individual will starve in the woods while the collective survives. They are the four proverbial pieces to the proverbial puzzle, differently shaped but equal to the others in every way. There is no keystone for they are all keystones.

The rose blooms fresh, a vivid blotch of crimson on the pallid gray of rock in a cruel juxtaposition. Light Harry/Ginny, post-war.

But after the parades and parties had ended and normality restored, Harry threw away the presents and the letters of thanks, feeding them to the fire that burned within him. And he came to realize that nothing had changed. Harry and Draco gen, post-war.

Shaking, she reached out towards his fading figure, her fingers spread, as if to pull in a dream that would never be realized. Merope/Tom, Merope/Marvolo, rated R for incest and implied sexual abuse.

But always, always, he would return to the violin in the end. A Dean Thomas genfic.

Ambiguities made her think, made her muse, and musing allowed her to forget. Sometimes, all she needed was to forget. Written pre-HBP, Harry/Hermione.

Then, rather suddenly, he said to himself, I’m going to marry her one day. It was ridiculous, he knew, but it was also relentless, relentless in the way that singularly obsessive and hopelessly quixotic thoughts are. I’ll marry her, I will. Ted/Andromeda.

The gloried wizarding communities of Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam... all fell victim to incompetent governments and increasingly frequent riots. But he knows he is safe here, here in the soft Mediterranean coasts and winds of southern France, confined to a one-room cottage, his only friends the clouds, the sea, and the piano before him. A Remus Lupin genfic.

General wisdom states that little boys should be spared seeing pain and strife whenever possible. A Salazar Slytherin genfic.

He’s been following me now for two days. Not outright about it, of course, otherwise Mum’ll have his head, but when I turn around during dinner, he’s watching, when I leave the table, he’s watching, and when I walk up the stairs, he’s still watching. Ginny/Sirius, rated R for a touch of non-con.

Maybe, she wondered, Lucius is awake now, rolling over and finding that I am no longer there. Maybe he will simply fall asleep again, or maybe he will go out and look for me. She walked until she stood in the middle of the Malfoy estate, mansion on her left, impenetrable woods on her right, surrounded by a green that she couldn’t see. Tilting her head upwards, she breathed in the freshness that rain always brings, shutting her eyes against the feathery touches of the rain. Lucius/Narcissa.

School and upcoming examinations have left Lily jaded, and she can't figure out why she's in Hogsmeade either. Inspired by Jostein Gaarder's Sophie's World, it's a story about rediscovering happiness in the simplest things in life.

It was a matter of family and name and honor and recognizing yourself as a single thread in an infinite tapestry of lineage and rank. Recognizing, in essence, your own insignificance. Lucius/Narcissa.

"Who was he, this alien member of the family of Black, appearing no older or younger than Andromeda or Sirius? She touched her finger to the photo’s glossy surface. What was his story, she wondered, mass murderer, You-Know-Who sycophant, or both?" Nothing is as straightforward as Hermione thinks. Regulus/Hermione.

These are the nights she loves best, when nobody is home, the house is silent, the windows are thrown open, beckoning the world to enter, and when she can close her eyes and still feel that transcendental grace of the moon on her skin. Narcissa/Lucius.

The world Hermione thought she lived in is gone, ruined by the one man she thought could save it. Post-war.

There's something about Lily and James that frustrates Sirius Black so much. Where else better to vent than at Remus's? Light R/S.

She never liked him much as a child, and she never liked him much through school either, but Narcissa Black discovers that sometimes the most unlikeliest of people can become soulmates.

The wood splinters before your eyes. You know they are there. Frank/Alice, R for a scene of torture.

It was what he did every night. By eleven, he was supposed to be sleeping. At or a little past midnight, his father would enter the room and tell him goodnight, although he wasn’t supposed to hear it. But he did. Draco heard all the goodnights from the past month because he wasn’t sleeping. Why rest when there was something else, something infinitely better to hear every night? Had he been really asleep, he would have missed it all. Rated R for violence, sex, and language. Eventually Draco/Hermione/Lucius, no slash.

He places the tip of his pencil back onto to thick sketchpad, watching its gray strokes outline the forest blocking the horizon, the sparse birches lining the lake, the Whomping Willow lying tranquil, the randomly placed stalks of long grass…then he looks to the sky. It is this that drew him outside on a late autumnal weekend. If anything surpasses the English lexicon, it is this. The sky.

“Me, I’m not beautiful,” she stammers. “Narcissa’s the beautiful one. Andromeda’s – she’s got brown hair…I guess she’s the sweetest one out of us all.”````“What an interesting group of sisters you are. One blonde-haired, one brown-haired, and one black-haired. One beautiful, one sweet, and one…”````“Say what you’re going to say,” Bellatrix sighs, still wondering what Lucius is playing at.````He leans in again. His breath caresses her skin. “Passionate.”

"Happy is the house that shelters a friend." - Ralph Waldo Emerson. Lily Evans has yearned all her life for home and happiness, and when she receives her Hogwarts letter, it offers her everything she has ever wished for. But beneath this promising facade, there lies something darker and more complex than she ever could have imagined. Will Lily be ready to handle the pressures a new world can bring? More importantly, will she find someone with whom to share the burden?

Lily Potter's emotional trials after learning of the prophecy.

Hermione tried to make it work, but it simply couldn't. And when an old friend stops by one afternoon, everything will change. The prequel to The Beautiful and Brokenhearted.

The events are beyond Hermione's control, but she tries to end them, nevertheless. What she never thought it would come to was ending something else. The sequel to Old Friend and The Beautiful and Brokenhearted, and the final installment of a trilogy.

They told her it would never work out: marriages like that never would, but Hermione Granger hadn't believed them. Love could conquer all. Right?

It's after Cedric's death, and the beginning of Cho’s sixth year. She is devastated and tells herself she'll never love again. Then again, she never considered the great, the famous Harry Potter, did she?