Summary:

‘I thought he would come… I expected him to come,’ he said, ‘I was, it seems, mistaken.’ Then Harry Potter stepped out of nowhere, and silence fell so completely that the Death Eaters could hear the fire as it crackled, and the breath of the massive giants, and the chink of a small stone that Potter dropped – ”

“Potter dropped a stone?” Roxanne interrupted, frowning.

“Yeah,” Scorpius replied, bemused.

The title sums it all up, really. Roxanne Weasley doesn’t spend EVERY Hallowe’en wandering lost in the Forbidden Forest, duelling masked villains and battling forest trolls. Not without a good reason, anyway.

A next-gen fic written for the Ravenclaw in-house Hallowe’en rarepair challenge.

Summary: Nobody can slow the seasons; and for some it seems every step we take leads us further down the path to winter. A poetic take on the tale of two boys, and their growth and falls.

Summary: A great man’s greatest good luck is to die at the right time. ~Eric Hoffer

Some people are given this luck, and others have it snatched away from them. There's no way to tell who will be rewarded with the luck either. Even if you are giving life everything you have, even when you are living for the very same reasons as someone else, your experiences can be vastly different.

Kendra Dumbledore. Molly Weasley. They lived for the same thing, yet their lives -- and deaths -- were entirely different.

For the August One-Shot Challenge, Inter-House Co-op. Written by Phia Phoenix of Ravenclaw, and Hermione_Rocks of Slytherin.

Summary: Written around the lyrics to Angela by Missy Higgins, this one-shot explores a few "what if" questions: what if the places were reversed and it was Lily whose feelings for James were unrequited, what if Sirius had a sister and what if she happened to be Hogwart's very own Mean Girl? Well, if you feel like some light reading, try this story!

Summary: We all know what happened on the terrible night of the battle in the Astronomy Tower, the night Albus Dumbledore died, the night of change.

Or do we?

One person has yet to tell their story.

This is a one-shot written before DH, but just to be sure I've called it an AU fic.

Summary: Have you ever wondered about the history of the Gaunts? Or about Sybill Trelawney's great-grandmother Cassandra? Or that, possibly, the two families were once interlinked? No, I thought not.

But they were.

And though the story has been lost in the mists of time, one Seer's voice can still be heard, for those who choose to listen, as she tells of the beginning of the evil, and a warning unheeded.