Vitil

She couldn't remember, as she sat there on the couch with her glass of eggnog held precariously in her hand, what it was that had possessed her to come home for Christmas break. What had made her think that anything would have improved? Surely this was the worst night of her life. ... Lily's Christmas isn't looking very happy, but maybe it can still be saved.

Being married was never going to be a cake-walk for Tonks and Lupin, but the battle after Bill and Fleur's wedding proves to them that it might be worse than they thought. A bit of what happens in the wedding day battle after Harry, Ron, and Hermione Disapparate and as the Lupins struggle forward in their marriage.

Remus Lupin finally comes home after Harry knocks some sense into him.

A death scene for two well deserving individuals who didn't get one in the book.

This morning, the dawn had come not long ago. The light crept into the bedroom, glistened on the photographs- photo after photo framed and covering the walls of the room. As long as Teddy Lupin could remember, his life had been spattered with images of the three people he would never have known otherwise.... A story of love, loss and, recovery.

He would always remember ringing the doorbell and knowing that James would be grinning when he swung open the door.... A fic about the problem with Remus Lupin. (Rated for mild language.)

What does Lord Voldemort fear, and what happens when he has to confront it in front of his entire class?: Tom Riddle faces his worst fear.

He wasn't really thinking about it, even as he walked up the pathway to the house.... This part was simple, thoughtless.... Voldemort goes to kill the Potters, never dreaming the fate which awaits him. The first defeat of the Dark Lord, from his point of view.

The dark, evil Azkaban tower had no idea what it was in for when a quarreling couple tramped up to its doors, soon to be joined by a confused Severus Snape, still rattled and disgruntled from the HBP incident. And you'd never know that you could tell so much about someone just by looking at their socks.

"RUN, DRACO!" And that’s what he did. Suddenly it mattered so little, whether he was being "treated like a child". He followed Snape’s blunt commands without the slightest flicker of resentment. Suddenly he would’ve given anything to see his pestering mother, to feel her arms close around him in one of her oppressive hugs. The flight, from Draco's view.