Ginny, Neville and Luna stealing the Sword of Gryffindor, and Harry watching the Marauders Map.

When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

One day can change everything.

He lies between them, quiet as a wall keeping them together rather than apart, quiet as a dam or a natural disaster. James and him. It had always been James and Sirius since he remembers, since time itself began, really, until the tip of his tongue became so used to both sounds spoken at the same time that Sirius began to mistake one for the other, began to say “James” when what he really meant was “me”.

When this season’s purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed? [Bonus wonderful cartoons by raitala]

Blaise brightened. "Maybe Potter has to be thinking about you to keep you visible!"

It took Draco a minute to come up with a fitting reply. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

In a tiny hut with minimal furniture in a wide open field, someone said, “Can’t say much about your taste in real estate, mate.”

“I’ll be sure to have it appraised in the morning,” said Lee Jordan lazily. “You can’t fault the view, though.”

He was right. Fred stepped outside the door and took a moment to look up at the flawless starry sky. There was no artificial light for miles about, and the dusting of the Milky Way was a vivid, delicate sweep overhead. With a few quick murmurs, he set up shield charms and protection charms, muffling charms and wards.

There is a gap in the multiverse. It's mainly unremarked, and it's not very important, but then it serves its purpose. After all, the companions of great men and women must have somewhere to put their feet up as well, at the end of the day.

Pen and ink sketch, coloured in Photoshop.

Stunning pencil illustration of Dumbledore from Order of the Phoenix, chapter: The lost Prophecy.

" 'You may perhaps have wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess ... that I rather thought ... you had enough responsibility to be going on with.'

Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore's face into his long silver beard."

Beautiful watercolour tarot cards.

“It’s bigger on the inside, eh?” The Doctor said, cheerfully, as the TARDIS crackled to light and life. “Mmm,” Draco agreed, non-commitally. “Impressive. If you’re into tacky Extending Charms.” “The TARDIS exists in multiple dimensions of space that overlap precariously to create the illusion of a fixed point in any given time-stream that we choose to physically manifest into.” Draco listened politely and then raised an eyebrow. “Right. And you choose to-- ah-- physically manifest as a Victorian police-box?” The Doctor grinned again. “Yeah. Tacky.”

'Right then, where to next?'

'You choose.'

'I always choose.'

'Like you mind, bossy. Anyway, works more like you suggest, I agree, and then we end up somewhere entirely different.'

The Doctor manages to look wounded. 'I am perfectly capable of arriving precisely where I'd like to, thank you very much.'

Illustrations for four H/D Big Bang stories.

She sings, "Here come I, the death watch beetle. Chewing away at the great cathedral."

He whips around and his funny-looking coat billows open, its perfect pleats separating like one of those Oriental paper fans her mother fancies so much.

The sheets or pillows sigh, or perhaps it’s Draco’s sound. Harry stoops in the dark and feels for his shirt, his shoes, his resolution—he puts them all on slowly.

Music: House of the Rising Sun by Eric Burdon.

42 MB .divX or Imeem stream.

She needs to be something other than the hero's girlfriend.

In which there is a tale of two men.

Wonderfully detailed painting of a Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match.

“Were you in the war?” Why be subtle when you can be rude?

Draco's eyes narrow and his chin lifts. “Your grandmother didn't tell you about me?”

That is hauteur, and Chuck approves.

When desire is bound to sorrow, who is it a man becomes?

8 drawings.

Harry has no reason to like or trust Draco Malfoy. The fact that Malfoy has already died once shouldn't change that.

"I'll let you go," Draco breathed in. "If that's what you want." Watercolour painting, worksafe.

It’s so soppy, in his head, when he thinks about her.

So the city is a singer, this delights her, oh, remember – Luna’s a-traveling, like the song, there was a song that she remembers, but doesn’t, so that it’s a rather curious thing altogether.

Sam and Dean go to Hogwarts.

“What? Like girls don’t wonder about these things also?

"At least my dad's got a cool scar," Albus said, fuming.

Scorpius glowered. "And mine's got an even cooler tattoo," he said.

"Oh yeah? Well, my dad killed the guy who came up with it!"

"Just because he was jealous he couldn't get one of his own!"

She doesn’t think she needs anything, but perhaps she’s wrong. She’s rarely wrong about such things, but one never knows.

So she opens it one day.

Another gorgeous icon set from toastandtea - 56 icons in total.

The device sat on Draco's bed, denting the heavy green quilt into a rumpled dip. It looked a little like a Pensieve: a solid stone bowl filled with quivery silver liquid.

Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Medium: watercolour on postcard-size watercolour paper.

Ravenclaw!Draco. Story in ten parts - no easy link unfortunately, but all parts are available by scrolling here: http://mistful.livejournal.com/

Azkaban has another prisoner - one who's never set foot inside. How far will Remus Lupin go to free himself?

Pansy. Short black hair, pug nose, bitchy attitude--and the hottest gal in hogwarts.

Sketch with watercolours.

A Harry Potter story about getting older, getting over it, getting over yourself, and moving the fuck on.

Much to Snape's endless mortification, all it usually took was a passing smile and polite nod to make him blush from ear-tip to kneecap.

Faith is a slut!!!
Faith, stop writing that.

ISLAND SHOPPING LIST
Fish
Coconuts
Fruit
Indigenous island life
Polar bear meat?
Shut up.
FRESH BABY!!!
NOT FUNNY. -Claire

Non-magical boarding school, lots of fighting and football and mud and scabby knees. And rum and dope and smoking behind the bike sheds and sex in the showers.

She hoped she had appropriate shoes; she'd never been to any sort of demonstration before; however, if Draco was going to be gay, and she was going to be Gay Draco's Mother, she was going to get it right.

"You're a poof, aren't you?"

One day Harry will be a real boy. Gen. Harry. Angst. (The Boy Was A Puppet - Rob Thomas)

Theodore blinked once. Twice.

And from across his desk he blinked back.

"Fuck," Theodore said blandly.

His double unbuttoned the top button of his Oxford and slouched elegantly in his chair. "Tempting, but I think I'll have to pass.

Watercolour paintings of Harry and Draco.

"It's about time you did something about that problem of yours."

Sirius, a thestral - the Veil scene. Tablet on Painter XI

By Order of the Ministry of Magic, as part of the Past Events Probationary Agreement (PEPA), the recipient of this owl is required to complete 10 hours of psychological counselling with a Ministry approved psychoanalyst.

Theodore's entire life is now devoted to giving Neville what he wants, when he wants it, and if Neville wants to shag on the statue of Paracelsus in Blaise's foyer, then that's what he will have.

Salt water over stone, that's what he pictures when he thinks of Alastor Moody.

Potter had lost it this time -- really, really lost it.

Draco is sent to meet Harry in Hogsmeade for purposes unknown. Magic, quarrelling, seduction, and dead geese ensue.

Fred wants a dog more than anything, and he'll do anything to get one. Anything at all.

"You have to find out if he uses lipstick," Harry added eagerly. "We have a bet."

Let's get ready to rumble!

What it means to be a Hufflepuff, what it means to be Cedric.

1024 x 768 wallpaper, dark and moody.

Twelth Night meets Harry Potter. Harry/Draco, PG-13