Rowling Joanne "Harry Potter" / J. K. Rowling "Harry Potter" / Series of Fantasy Novels, 1997 - 2007

Magic world is tinkering at wounds after the Second Magical War. Hermione Granger who had gone through much more than has been seen and said is honestly mending her own scars as best as she can for many years. Until she understands that she does not want anymore. Granger decides to cross herself out from magical society. And so, she does. In her own awkward way. Not entirely, but still she does. But then Mr. Dou comes to her life and brings the past with him.

When the world around crumbles into dust, and darkness seems endless, when the pull of the bottomless pit of despair is insurmountable, and life is an unbearable living hell full of pain and misery, all you need to do is say "please". And who knows, maybe your angel will hear your plea and come. It is the end of Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts and Severus Snape is one breath away from taking his own life. Will anybody hear how fast his heart thrums its last beats?

And I started to feel. Every stroke reminded me of her. About her smell of the sea breeze, a warm blanket in a frozen room; about awkward touches. About pain and resentment, absurdity and stones underfoot, about hot tea. Black tea. With one spoon of sugar. And, perhaps, with cinnamon flavoured.

The day of his death, Albus Dumbledore gives Iris Potter an envelope with a letter, darkened by time. In it, there is a key to the victory over Voldemort. But the thing is, when she uses this key, all of her plans fall apart, and now she is only one step from losing the war completely. Note: chronofic.

Tom comes to Dumbledore with an unusual request.

Sybill Trelawney has opened her third eye.

Siri, do you like stars?

After the death of his father, at the end of the fifth year, Harry locks himself in an unused classroom with his guitar.

"Are you sure you're the alpha? I won't hurt you... honestly, I won't," Harry said in a low voice, hardly believing his own words. He reached for the blond's neck as if enchanted. Draco froze, slumped against the wall, unable to move. His consciousness screamed to run, but his body stretched to meet the lips of the strong alpha. "I'll just... listen to your scent," Harry whispered, "please don't be afraid "....

A few years after the end of the war, the ministry decided that enacting a marriage law was a splendid idea. But instead of searching for a wife, headmaster Snape spent the allotted time secretly watching a certain young arithmancy professor with golden-brown eyes. Whatever will come of it, I wonder?

"This is a school. Not a chess game! It's time to take care of other equally important things, Albus."

Life dictates its rules, and Harry Potter is not the boy the magical world expects him to be. Even at a young age Harry knows who he is, what he wants, and goes for it, but one day unexpected circumstances turn everything upside down. Would this new life he's been dumped into be a blessing or just another circle of hell? This is a side-story for 'Mirror' — a collection of one-shots about Harry's Hogwarts years. Rating is for language and violence.

Nothing brings people together like one option on the control.

What author wouldn't want to end up in their favorite fandom? "Me! I am that author!! I have a family and everything I need to succeed in life! Come on, send me back!!" But nope, so here's Hermione for you: sarcastic, selfish, cheeky, arrogant, and with a horribly gray morality. Writing fanfictions about the castle's inhabitants, bringing Potter back to his senses, heading off to some islands — why not? Because, have you seen the climate in Great Britain? Who would ever want to live there?

One day Draco accidentally finds a certain thing among Hermione’s stuff that seems to portend a loss of what has become so dear to him. Turns out he is on the verge of gaining something even more valuable.

Please let me inhale a little, but, Merlin, this is a joke, and it can’t be real. Please! Joke like that a little bit more often.

He looks at me with tenderness and terror. I stroke his collarbones with the sticky paint of my own fall. And whisper almost pitifully, almost apologetically: - Look at what I've become

Draco has nine chances to find his soulmate. Each attempt remains a scar on his body and a black and white sketch in the album. He draws the girls, one after another, and then burns the portraits and takes out a new sheet. But sooner or later the album will end, and the last scar may cost him his life.

How "unsuccessfully" Harry spoiled that potion, today he even had to stay one-on-one with the professor of potions.

After overhearing a conversation, Harry learns about the betrayal of friends and goes to the bank. He learns a lot of interesting things from goblins… Let's see how his life will change after visiting Gringotts.