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1919. War has ravaged Britain and Thomas Riddle, unofficial leader of Hogwarts' reigning gang, The Death Eaters, is left to pick up the pieces of his city. But The Wolves don't like him rigging their races and a new gang is creeping ever closer to dislodging The Death Eaters from their spot as top dog. Chief Inspector Albus Dumbledore has a special mission for his secretary, Hermione Granger. Infiltrate The Death Eaters. Get close to Thomas Riddle. Take them down from the inside.…

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He presses his head into the crook between her shoulder and her neck, feeling her pulse thrum against his lips. Jaime can't help it, he can only hold her closer to him and wonder if this is his last chance for honour, loving Sansa Stark. ~ AU where Jaime returns to King's Landing and is married to Sansa instead of Tyrion.…

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There's nothing like the lick of adventure to cleanse yourself of life's bitter tang.…

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She wanders across him one night, not realizing that their chance encounter in a Hogwarts corridor will save both of their lives. A post-war Dramione fic about healing, friendship, second chances, and love. [Now complete!] [cover is the wonderful upthehillart who you should DEFINITELY follow on tumblr/insta because her HP art is everything]…

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The world was ending... And then suddenly, it was only just beginning. (This is the reinvention of my Harry Potter fanfiction The Light:) It will largely be the same story with similar characters, only in a completely original universe- so as to avoid the whole copyright problem if I ever manage to publish it!!)…

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It's the story of a love after a war, and how two people, as different as the sun and the moon, remained standing, in a world blinded by their eclipse.*"Stop taking pride in being an arsehole," she said dismissively and she missed the way Avery's eyebrows raised. "It's boring. You're not intimidating anyone.""Not even you?" He asked. She looked at him as though he'd just told her a very bad joke, and she was waiting for the punchline to end.Hermione said, "Especially not me."Avery moved his lips close to her ear, his dark eyes steady and boring into her. He murmured, "Then why have you got goosebumps, darling?"*A continuation of Hermione and Avery's relationship from The Light. You don't have to have read TL to understand this. This is for everyone who stood by me when writing that fic:)…

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Perhaps we are just kings, Who once were promised gold. Perhaps we are just boys, Who never got to grow old. Perhaps we are just men, Sent to fight in somebody's war. Perhaps we are not anything, Though we once were something more. "We're so distracted by how things end, we usually forget how beautiful the beginning was. Ours was beautiful, don't you think?" This is their story. It's the story of four boys who were promised the world; it's the story of their reign and their demise, with no distractions at all. It's the story of how gold doesn't shine forever, and how youth is only temporary. It's the story of a war and a life that took everything from four boys who gave their all. This is the story of The Marauders.…

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"There was so much time. What did we do with it? Where did it all go?" "We wasted it. We pretended we were invincible, and that our struggles were worth more than what they were. We thought we'd live to see our paths never cross again, or... somehow resolve themselves. We were foolish, Draco. Eight years and we lost them. We let ourselves succumb to a petty hatred that was always more important than anything else going on. We'd have probably died with that hatred.""And now?""Now, I say we live long enough to rectify it."(A short fic showing eight years of Draco and Hermione's lives and the progression of their interactions)…

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I had to strike your name out of my book. I did it straight away, without hesitation. The ink was running because I was crying, and I scribbled so forcefully that the page tore. Now, I wish I hadn't have taken you off the list. Even though you're not here, you're still a reason. Even though you're dead, I want to live for you.*Vincent Van Gogh ate yellow paint because he hoped it would get rid of all of the blue inside of him and make him happy. Carston Prince held his breath for so long that he eventually blacked out because he hoped it would get rid of all of the heaviness and make him light again. They lived 110 years apart. One is dead, the other is dying. But they are both artists, lost as they might be in all the sadness, desperately seeking dawn.…

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A one-shot showing, through snippets and explosions, the evolution of Sirius Black's love for Remus Lupin. oo*ooAnd Sirius Black had watched Remus Lupin live. He had seen his life in snippets and in full, blown out explosions. He had seen him as a scarred and nervous child, fading away on his first night at Hogwarts, and as a free-spirited boy, racing down hallway after hallway, his laughter peeling behind him. He had seen Remus as a werewolf, a self-proclaimed monster that was really no more monstrous than he, himself. He had seen him as a top student, as a prefect, as a Best Man, as a best friend, as a soldier. Sirius had seen Remus Lupin's stars and constellations, he had bared every inch of him and kissed every scar. He had watched him live the most extraordinary of extraordinary lives.And Sirius knew, that he was the most privileged human in the world for it.…

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After a tragedy leaves Blue lost and alone, he finds himself wrenched from his quiet and unassuming existence into the life of Adrian Sauveterre; rich, cool and everything Blue isn't. But even though he gets given a chance to start again, Blue can't help but hear the voices. He knows he shouldn't listen to them, but they tell him things... And he starts to wonder whether they aren't just trying to get inside his head, but rather, trying to get outside into the real world... That raises the questions: what are these voices? And why do they need Blue?…

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'Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of places, if one only remembers to turn on the light.' [now completed, with epilogue. Thank you to everyone who made this possible, you all inspire me so much.]HERMIONE GRANGER MARAUDERS AU DISCLAIMER: Started this when I was 12 so please let me know if there's anything in it that needs changing or correcting!!…

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This is just another Marauders One-Shot (as you can probably tell, I am absolutely in love with the Marauders concept!) Again, I have to say, I don’t own any of the characters (UNFORTUNATELY)! If I did, Sirius and Remus and James and Lily and Fred (although that’s a different matter entirely) would still be alive!This is just a little one-shot based on a picture I saw saying that the Veil in The Department of Mysteries was actually the very borderline between the living and the dead, and when someone got close to it; the souls of the dead on the other side, recognising a loved one nearby, would attempt to communicate with them. I think it’s a pretty bittersweet idea, whether it’s real or not!So, here it is! Please leave a review, telling me what you think and maybe what the next Marauders One-Shot should include!! Thank you!!…

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Remus Lupin had walked these halls before; as a whole man with friends by his side and laughter in his eyes and contentment gluing the cracks of his life. Now, however, through his ever-growing crevices, agony poured like blood from open wounds, from a body as broken as it's soul. Now, Remus Lupin was alone. And he was broken.…