[completed; non-canonical] Death is finite. There is no afterwards. There is no return. Death is a one way passage and there isn’t enough fare in the vaults of Gringott’s to bring one back.
[completed; non-canonical] We can hear its footsteps. Hear it creeping; hear the fall, the echo of it coming up the backstairs. Hear the groan as it draws closer still.
[completed; character death] You know that you are moving further away. The more you force yourself to remember, the more you make yourself regret, you know that your actions are making your true self move further and further away into yesterday.
[completed] She wondered why it wasn’t raining. With the moon cast in a bloody pallor by her sins, the sky should be crying as well.
[completed] Somehow, someway, we are all together. I never put it into so many words, but it’s this moment...this is the moment that I live for.
[completed; non-canonical] I have little use for such useless information, but there it is. The finest evidence of the course of my life. I am the repository of impractical erudition and faithless acts.
[non-canonical; this is the morning after Lily In The Sky With Diagon Alleys. NOTE: Paused indefinitely -- update(s) will be posted at some point at LiveJournal.]He thought it might have been human. It sounded vaguely human. James Potter wondered if perhaps a Jarvey had managed its way into the dorm. It had sounded a bit like a Jarvey. Though much more polite.
[completed; post-Hogwarts; request fic for simonsays] She was not expecting it. How could she? It was not something that would have crossed her mind. After all, it had been one year, three months, two weeks, five days, and six hours.
[completed; non-canonical; gift fic] A very Muggle turn of phrase entered his mind at that moment and it took all he was to keep it there and not say it aloud.
[completed; non-canonical] In a way he was angered and in a way he didn't care. He was a Pureblood, he was a Black. He should have been sorted into Slytherin like his half-brother and his three cousins. But he wasn't. He was sorted into Gryffindor. Because he had a heart. Because he did care, even when his breeding and his birthright told him that he shouldn't.
[NOTE: Paused indefinitely -- updates may be posted at some point at LiveJournal. Also, given the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, this story is now AU.]The Second Wizard War has since begun. After each new conflict, the barriers placed between the Wizarding world and the Muggle world yield just a little more. Forsaken pacts are made fresh and new allies are revealed as the war finally tears not only into the Muggle world, but into the sanctuary of Hogwarts itself. Harry Potter soon realizes that his wish for a life close to ordinary will take him as far away from normal as is magically or humanly possible...
[completed; request fic for Goldy (UST requested)] Harry heard her take in a sudden gasp and then she was standing, slightly hunched, the newspapers spilling from her lap. Pages from The Quibbler, The Daily Prophet, and the London Times rained from her form, spreading onto the floor. He could hear it. It was like so much water. Water laden with lies and innuendo and obfuscation and meaningless diatribes, all in or against his name, spilling across the wooden floorboards.
[completed; non-canonical; rating scaled back to PG-13] "You...berks should know better than to eat anything that Tonks has cooked up! Honestly! How thick can you be?"
[completed] She was Hermione Granger. She gave him strength, she gave him courage. She was the bravest person he had ever known.
[completed; non-canonical; J/L and H/Hr] I am a liar. It is what I do. It is what I have always done. It is how I have survived.
[paused indefinitely]I am going to be a complete blouse and not give this to you, Lily. It's beyond embarrassing.
[completed; non-canonical] In my recollection, in that moment of sincerity, I caught a brief reflection of what Riddle could and might have been.
[completed] “Bloody hell, Potter,” he said slowly, “this is...awful. Pathetic, really. I mean, just dreadful. Where in the hell did you learn to write like this?”
[completed] Harry thought that he would swoon. He wasn't even sure what swooning was, but he was fairly certain that he was about to do it.
[completed] He was the freak. The strange Potter boy. The sullen child.
[completed; non-canonical] ...why aren't you crying on such a terrible night, even though I've hurt you more than you should be able to handle?
[completed; drabble] She sticks her tongue out, aiming for a laugh...and I oblige.
[completed; not canonical] She laughs, facing the sun overhead, spreading her arms to feel the warmth. He watches her, joy appearing plainly upon his face.
[completed] They sat at the table in well practised silence, waiting for nothing. Waiting for something. Waiting.
[completed; not canonical] "Firewhiskeys and Firebolts do not mix," he groaned. "Before you start, I know that I am supposed to know better. I know that I am supposed to be old enough. I know that I am supposed to be more careful. But what in the hell would have you done?"
[completed; super drabble] He is like the dark of night... He is like as the moon on high... He is like the cool embrace of the spring breeze... She is like the sun-kissed sky at dawn...
[completed] I’m not the same. I’ll never be the same again. There’s no hope for that. How do I get going again, now that I am standing still? How do I act like this, speak like that, look like this, sound like that? When I don’t know who or what I am anymore? How can I? After everything? How can it all feel so different? I’m already in my grave. I’m afraid I’ve lost my way. Hermione, what a fantastic death I missed...