That smile looked fake. HG Oneshotdrabble. Read and review, please!

Despite how it might’ve seemed under different circumstances, she was only so strong. She was only one woman. One woman who had only them to live for… Molly Weasley lives her greatest nightmare during the war...collection of oneshots.

Fred isn't dead. He's just hiding. It's all a joke. George is sure of it. And he'll stop at nothing to find his brother. ONESHOT.

Alicia dances, laughs and catches the sun and clouds from the sky. Alicia during the years. Six short drabbles.

Sirius, Marlene, and the motorbike: defying death, gravity, and muggle traffic laws. After all, better to jump than to fall.

Ted Tonks, at the end.

Luna Lovegood, the freaky girl who nobody understood, has a handsome fiance, a successful career, and has found peace with herself. Answering a summons to St. Mungos, she receives an honor she never expected, finding that life sometimes comes full circle.

Just a little LJ songfic, to Feels like home by Chantal Kreviazuk. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ! First Songfic, I want some hits. I am not sure why on the rating...

In the end, it all comes down to the moments we choose to live or don’t. Complete

How do you say goodbye when it might be the last one?

Alice Longbottom after Bellatrix tortures her. Told from first person POV. Written for the Madness Challenge. Please review! -"The Cat opened its mouth and yawned lazily. 'Hello, Alice.'"- Oneshot.

After pub crawling with the lads, Ron Weasley comes home a little too late and a lot too pissed for his own good. Surely he has a plan to escape his wife's wrath...

Sirius, Godric's Hollow, 1981. In some ways, it is worse to find Lily dead than Prongs.

Teddy observes on the passing of the last of the Trio. Companion piece to "First and Last," as well as "Sleeping Without Her" and "As Before, and Never Again," though can be read independently.

RLSB oneshot. He knows that he will never have him, that Remus only likes girls, so he puts on his Sirius Black act again, his hair falling over his eyes so that nobody will ever know who they look at, will never know what autumn means to him.

Oneshot, slash. Sirius teases Remus about his addiction to chocolate. Remus reveals another addiction of his own. 'Sirius's eyes are like a dark cloudy sky, as if made of rain and thunder. I fancy that's why I feel eletrocuted whenever he looks at me.'

Nymphadora Tonks has too many different faces. Written for Cuba's Flying Solo challenge.

It's Lily's 18th birthday, and she receives a present with James first. Then she has a solemn chat with Sirius, and a another with Remus. James loves Lily, who loves Remus, who loves Sirius, who loves James.To Lexie, Cuba, Bad Mum, Reviews Lounge and Lola

How Alastor Moody came to use his flask, and six other drabbles on the man before MadEye.

Harry spends the summer with Minerva due to the Dursleys leaving Harry home alone. Harry and Minerva undergo an ancient ritual that transfers the power of Lily’s Blood Wards to Minerva… but at what price? Includes trips to an ancient ruin. MMAD HP? PostGF

Harry must begin the painful task of attending the many funerals of the fallen. The first is perhaps the hardest, and Harry is focused on helping the Weasley family make it through the day—but maybe he still has a few things left to learn himself.

A collection of snippets that begins with Regulus' first raid and spans through the length of time that he was a Death Eater, ultimately ending with the quest into the cave.

Look, Evans, it's not that I don't like you–I guess you're not worse than any other girl, but sometimes you just annoy the hell out of me. - Sirius manages to make Lily admit she fancies James. Lily becomes yet another victim of Sirius's bad influence. JL

JamesLily oneshot, fluff. James is going, quite painstakingly, to ask Lily to marry him, when Sirius interrupts them with a surprise of his own. "You're going to ask me to marry you, aren't you?"

[Oneshot] The more distance Sirius puts between his family and himself, the more Regulus is eager to fit in. They both know it is a vicious circle, an endless whirl into which they are drowning, never to be back again. [To Cuban Sombrero Gal]