Summary: Winter came, and with it came the dark. A look at Moody between the first war and the second.
Summary: The first thing it knew was the hunger. Life from a Dementor's point of view.
Summary: “Much less interesting that way.” Sirius retorted cheerfully. He took a deep breath, and then began, “Narcissa’s crying in her room, Bellatrix is threatening to curse her hair into falling out if she ever dares to speak of You-Know-Who like that again, and to curse whoever you’re seeing with the pox. Your parents are despairing of all three of you, and Mother says that you’re a disgrace and a waste of every opportunity you’ve ever been given. Oh, and Regulus is howling.” He grinned at his cousin, face so bright that it was hard to resist laughing. “Merry Christmas?”
Summary: First take one ghoul. Stun it, and stuff it into pyjamas before it has time to struggle. Add red hair. Cover the final product liberally in large painful boils. What you produce using this method should be a perfect replica for a Weasley with spattergroit - and if Fred and George were right, better looking than Ron - and the rest was straightforward.
Summary: What do you do when you find a baby with your morning milk?
Summary: Why Hermoine really *wasn't* sure that Ron could pass a Muggle driving test.