Summary: Sirius Black is dead, but a memory of him still remains. Rummaging through Padfoot's old possessions, Remus finds a bit of the past in a diary. Sort of a Tom Riddle's diary experience with a 16yr old Sirius Black.
Winner of the QuickSilver Quills Award, categ. Best Marauder Era.What did being a Marauder truly mean?... Let's just say that some tunes cannot be played by a lone musician; and those four's lives were certainly not soloists' scores. In class or in detention, in Quidditch matches or full-moon wanderings, fleeing before monsters or confronting dark wizards, they wrote, measure after measure, their own eight-handed piece.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, are proud to present a Symphony for Quartet.
Summary: *COMPLETED!*What happens when you put a hopelessly "romantic" man-hussy and a girl with a soft spot for bedtime activities (not THOSE activities, silly!) together in a dark bedroom? Well, I don't happen to know either, so I suppose we'll find out together, won't we? Come with me, Tia C. Spencer, on a lovely ride through the countryside... er, lakeside... okay, so we won't actually be riding NEXT to anything, but it will be lovely, I promise you that. How can it not be, with me as your illustrious (and quite possibly mad) companion?
And no, contrary to beliefs very likely impressed upon you by this summary, I'm not a gormless prat.
Well... not entirely.
Summary: “You have no right Hermione,” he said in a broken whisper. “No right at all.” he repeated.
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Harry shook his head. “No.” He ignored the silent question in her eyes. “I am.” And he kissed her.
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