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Remus's Rabbit By Matelia-legwll Rating: K/G Genre: Friendship/General I chuckled to myself as I left the Burrow. A 'normal' Christmas indeed. Sometimes Harry reminded me so much of James, and I couldn't express that thought enough to him. It was not just in looks, either, although that part is rather disconcerting. I recalled my words to him that had seemed to cheer him up momentarily, and the story behind them and chuckled once more. "Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit." It must have been our third year when I f

Hiding from the Marauders By Matelia-legwll I stormed back into the castle and almost all the way to Gryffindor Tower, before I stopped abruptly in a seventh floor corridor. Going back to the dormitories wasn't going to solve anything. Not where I had books for other tests to study for that would nag at my conscience. Studying for Transfiguration wasn't going to get James Potter and all of his antics out of my mind. Even worse, my thoughts would be more focused on him. Darn him and his skill at Transfiguration. Maybe Potions... no, definitely not Potions, that would bring Severus to mind. I started pacing up and down the corridor. What I n

Four Across and Seven Down By Matelia-legwll “What’s a three letter word for a Communist country?” asked Sirius absentmindedly. He had folded the morning’s Daily Prophet open to the word games section and was ready to fill in the first blank of the crossword puzzle. “Red,” said James softly. “Thanks, mate,” said Sirius as he scribbled it down. “What about a five letter word for environmentally friendly?” “Green.” “I should have known that.” Sirius scribbled down the answer then asked, “What’s a four letter word for Easter flower?” “Lily,” sighed Ja

Stand in the Rain By: Matelia-legwll The crash of thunder shook the Great Hall, and the silence following the thunder was filled with the pattering of rain as the cloudburst finally broke. Lily Evans looked gloomily up at the enchanted ceiling. “Finally,” muttered Lily’s friend, Mary Macdonald, as Lily resumed eating her breakfast. “I thought that storm would brood until we had Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology or something,” Mary continued. Lily shrugged noncommittally, her mouth full. The brooding weather had mirrored her mood for the last several days. A loud conversation was taking place further down the Gry