Lucius and Narcissa, an upscale ballroom, and a time full of troubles and a war looming on the horizon. It's been three years since the last book came out and this couple still has my heart.

( The Stalactite Ballroom )

First fic in ages! Hopefully this'll start me writing again, since it is actually a multichapter project! I'm actually very excited, and that hasn't happened in regards to fanfiction for a long time.

( The Road Not Taken: Chapter 1: Sirius and Regulus )

Have a great Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! Anyway, here's something I wrote since I had a little inspiration after re-reading parts of book seven during my job today. A little one-shot about the first Christmas the Black family spends without Sirius.

( O'er All the Weary World )

My Thanksgiving with my family was really nice, and I felt like writing a nicer, less angsty piece as a result of it. So, voila :)

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The night of the fire, Sarah walks away. She lets her feet carry her away, far away from sin and heartbreak and lost friends, from death and ruin and blood. She embraces the darkness around her and in the surrounding emptiness can let herself believe, even if only for a moment, that this is a normal night.

But it can never be longer for a ( Read more... )

I don't think I will ever stop obsessing over loving the Black family. Ever.

Anyway, a Sirius and Andromeda one-shot that I wrote the other night and am rather fond of.

( When the Night Ends )

Haven't written for a while, but this just sort of came to me.

Ann/Charlie one-shot.

( some kind of fairytale )

One of those '20 things about...' fics. Yeah, I know. But I do like it!

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She always envied Mary for possessing the ability to be content with life without power. She always secretly wanted that, the simple enjoyment of life itself, and sometimes thought that perhaps it was another, maybe even a surer, pathway to happiness than the one she was ( Read more... )

The first time he sees her, he thinks she looks feline, almost, with dark, intriguing eyes and sharp features. She scrutinizes him and he has the peculiar feeling that she can see straight into his mind.

Finally she stops, as if she has finished taking his measure. He wonders if he has been found satisfactory, then wonders why he cares.

It ( Read more... )

I really like this one, myself, so I hope you do too. Reviews, as always, will make me do a happy dance.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks him, because she has put together all of those jagged, bloody pieces that nobody ever wants to have to connect, since the only reality that they will point to is one that they do not want to face.

It’s a question ( Read more... )