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Tupin...

Remus knew, as soon as his child was born, that he wasn't like him. He could tell by the painless expression he held. Much like his mother's. She was always so enthusiastic and wonderful. One of the many reasons Remus fell in love with her. This moment was the moment Remus had feared day after day. He had hoped, just begged, that his child wouldn't be like him. What an aweful thing, to be the monster Remus was. Fear and pain intertwined with his everyday life. Remus couldn't stand to birth a child that was what he had become. Thus, Remus didn't want to marry Tonks. But, he loved her...oh did he love her. She was his everything. With Sirius dead and he being the last true Marauder, he had no one else but Harry and Tonks to love. Now though, he also had Teddy. A beautiful baby boy with bright blue hair, just like his mother. Beautiful in every way.

Remus sat at the corner of his bed, Teddy layed in his arms. His soft eyelids blanketed over his glossy eyes. The warm child made Remus smile, something he rarely did before Tonks and Teddy. He could just feel happy now, and he had missed that. Tonks leaned against the door frame, a soft smile crept onto her lips. Remus's eyes rose to her's, and a feeling of everlasting and butterfly-bringing love flowed into Remus's being. He felt alive, and nothing but Tonks made him feel that way. His beautiful Tonks made her way to Remus's side and sat along the edge of the bed. Her eyes were droopy from lack of sleep, but the love for Remus still reside beyond her long eyelashes. Her hair was a soft pink, and her eyes a soft blue. Tonks usually looked so when she felt calm and deeply in love. She place her finger in Teddy's hand, and as if instinct, he wrapped his small frail fingers around her's. Tonks bit her lip, wonder and awe in her eyes. Remus then, couldn't help himself but to grab Tonks's chin softly with his index finger and thumb. He turned her to face him, and with a smile, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "You're beautiful", he stroked his thumb across her cheek and dropped his hand. Tonks grabbed his hand with her's and layed down on the bed. "If only life could stay like this", she muttered. They both knew, that somewhere Voldemort was readying his army for an attack. They both knew they all might die, and that frightened them...but that moment gave them comfort. Comfort that was hard to find during that time...during their lives.

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Nuna...

That long blonde hair. It bounced upon her shoulders with no remorse, making her look all the more beautiful. Neville's eyes couldn't be forced off of her. He knew, deep down inside...that Luna was his only love. Well, other than herbology. Her big blue eyes just set his heart a fire. He knew, she was the one. He staggered toward her, as she fought her way through the crowd. Her eyes directed at the death eater that bit at Neville's trail. Neville couldn't think of anything surrounding him. Not the war, not the death eater behind him, not the dead, he could only think of Luna. The beautiful Ravenclaw that came stampeding his way. The man behind him screeched a spell, but Luna was to quick. She howled, "Confundo". The death eater became instantly confused and decided to direct his attack elsewhere. Luna skidded to a stop in front of Neville and raised a thin blonde brow. "Have the wrackspurt clouded your brain Longbottom?", she hummed as she cocked her head slightly. A smile crept onto her lips and she grabbed Neville's hand. He smirked and looked down at her. "No Luna, just you," he whispered and ran his free hand down her arm. With a estatic look, Luna bounced off toward the center of the battle. She never let go of Neville's hand and never stopped smiling. Neville set forth his wand hand and used all his might to protect the small, blonde Ravenclaw that bounced around his feet. He knew, right then...that he would never let go either.

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Maya and James

A girl, a beautiful girl. With long brown hair and caramel eyes, stood tall, her finger scaling the spines of the thick books. Her fingers were thin and her long nails were shaded blue. Her outfit was that of Ravenclaw's uniform. Her skirt was hitched around her waste and her blue tie fell to her belly button. James's eyes were locked on this girl with such intensity, in his hands were a book. A book, in fact that he didn't particularly want to read but he pretended to find interesting for this girl. Her name, he didn't know. But, his lust for her was obivous. So obvious in fact that her eyes drifted toward his direction. They were smiling, although her lips were still. James was grinning stupidly, and as soon as he noticed his idiocracy he dropped his gaze embarrased. His cheeks were pink and he hid behind the book he held. The girl walked up to him with curiousity in her small smile. That was the personality of a Ravenclaw indeed. She pushed down the book and tilted James's head up with one finger. "Ello, mah name is Maya. And you?" Her voice was happy and intertwined with a beautiful english accent. That very moment made James fall in love. And there was no falling out of it. "J-james...James Sirius Potter." He muttered softly. His eyes glancing up at the beautiful girl. "Hi", he smiled.

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Bellamort...

Her eyes wondered along the body of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord. Oh the name sounded sweet on her tongue. He stood tall with the power of any muggle god. She was deeply in love with him. All of him, his power, his pale skin, his strength and height. She couldn't help but fawn over his very being. He was the reason of her life, without him...she would be nothing. Bellatrix couldn't help but reach out for him. "My lord" She mummbled. He recoiled and looked down upon her with disgust. Yet, deep inside, Voldemort had feelings for the pureblood insanity that was Bellatrix. He knew, without a doubt, that he could trust her. Bellatrix frowned with disappointment but was pleased to feel the evil creature that was her lord's hand crawl around hers. He of course hid it from the death eaters. Because, if they knew he had feelings, or rather could have feelings....they might abandon him, just as the war began.

Voldemort could hear her scream as he battled for his life. The pain he felt inside was nothing compared to what Potter would do soon. He might as well end his own life now, but then he would have avenged no one. He would have died in vain. So he fought for his life, and for the vengence of his beloved Bellatrix. The love he held deep inside, the love no one or no thing knew of. A secret that he held closer to his heart than the souls he had scattered across the land. The souls that Potter had destroyed...Bellatrix had been destroyed. She was gone. Enraged, Voldemort fought not only for power, but for the little bit of love he had. The little bit, that would kill him in the end. Love was a weakness for him, a strength for Potter. Voldemort was never meant to win...he was destined to die.

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Hinny...

Harry had spent most of his childhood dodging Voldemort. He had faught him and confronted Voldmort...but he had been there most of Harry's life. Finally, he was gone. Now, Ginny was all his. He could focus on her without the constant fear of her getting hurt. He could love her without the fear of he himself dying. That made him feel alive, it made him feel...whole again.

The moment Ginny saw him for the first time after Voldemort was dead, it was magical. The sparks were flying. Ginny's face was covered with tears but love was the only thing in her eyes. She was breathing heavily as she tackled Harry to the ground, snuggling her head into his chest. "I love you," she whispered softly into his scarred and clothed body. She felt nothing more than the love that fluttered throughout her body. Harry held her to him with all of his being and whispered back. "I love you, beautiful" He smiled, the first smile he had smiled since the beginning of the war. His tears and blood caked his face, yet he still pulled Ginny up toward him and kissed her. Her kiss of firewhiskey, just as he had remembered. Nothing could ruin the moment they shared. On the grounds of a once again free Hogwarts.

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Fred and George...

George had never even thought about losing Fred. Fred had feared the thought of losing his George, but George knew deep down that Fred was to much of a joy to die. Yet, he did. He lost his life fighting for his love. Now George sat at Fred's feet, tears pouring down his face. He couldn't help it. His face was contorted with pain and distress. He felt as if his whole life had crashed down around him. His best friend, his brother, his life, had died. Right before his very eyes. He tried to stop it, he wanted to die instead...but he couldn't. He couldn't run fast enough. Fred had fell into his arms, lifeless and painless. George screamed with the agony of losing his brother. His family had let him be with his brother. Oh his brother, Fred was his everything. And he had lost him. The thought destroyed George from his inner being. What was he now? No longer the weasly twins. Just a boy, with red hair...just George. No longer Fred and George. With pain written along his face, he ran out the door of Hogwarts and toward the forest. He was so distraught that he fell on his knees. Tears fell down onto the ground, one with a particular clink.

George looked down, left over tears pooled in his eyes, to see a black stone. A crooked smile spread on his lips and he grabbed it. As soon as the stone touched his fingers, Fred appeared. A grin was smacked on his face. "Ello George" He spoke so calm as he reached for George's face. Although he couldn't touch George, George felt his pressence. A small smile fell across his face as he looked at his brother. "Fred..." he whispered, his heart pounding against his frail chest. "I'm nothing without you Fred" He muttered, pain returning. Fred shook his head softly. "No George, you're everything. If I had lost you, I wouldn't be able to live. You were always there for me. And I need you to be there for me now...in here" He pointed to George's heart, a smokey tear falling down his face. "I love you...brother" He sighed as he faded into oblivion. "I love you...Fred" George cried into the darkness.

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Snily...

He felt it in his heart. The pain was sudden and he knew then something was wrong. Something was wrong with his beloved. His head snapped around and he departed on the spot. Arriving carefully at the home of Lily Evans. He dashed into the house and up the stairs. He found James at the bottom and new something was wrong. As he reached the top he could hear the sniffling of a child. Harry to be exact. Fear shook his heart as he crashed into the Harry's room. There on the floor was his Lily. Distraught reached Snape's heart and he screamed. The scream was full of unforgettable pain. "Lily!" He howled, he dove onto the floor and wrapped his arms around the beautiful red head. Her eyes were wide open, green and glittering. Tears pooled in Snape's eyes and drowned his eyes in salty pain. He pushed Lily's eyes down with two fingers and grabbed her within his arms. He craddled her, his screams of distraught echoed throughout the house. "Lily, my Lily....My dear Lily" He cried at the ceiling, he could do nothing. He had loved her, and she was gone. The feeling constricted his heart and his tears fell down his face without remorse. He looked one last time at Lily before standing up. He was shaking. His face was wet and red from crying. He turned slightly to see Harry at the bars of his crib. Snape stood with a angry yet regretfull look on his face. He crouched down to Harry's eye level and whispered, "I'll protect you". His face was contorted with anger as he stormed out the building.

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Snily...

He had died. The last thing he got the chance to do was show Harry why he had done the things he did. He awoke in the neighborhood he and Lily had grown up in. It was white, and he was...well naked. A thought crossed his mind for clothes, and so they appeared. He picked them up and slid on the pure white cloak. A much different pace for Severus. He searched the neighborhood for any sign of life. Nothing. He couldn't see past the white tree that sprouted out the white grass that surrounded his feet. Then, a splash of red dashed across the white landscape. Severus raised a brow and cocked his head. Then she was upon him. Lily had jumped onto him, she wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. She was in a pure white dress. One fit for the beautiful green eyes that glowed from underneath her red hair. She grinned with pure happiness. "Ello Severus" She whispered as she snuggled into his chest. Snape stared at her with awe. She held onto him with the love he had held for her. She looked up at him and kissed him softly. "I missed you...thank you." She smiled, a tear pooling in her eye and falling down her cheek. Joy filled Severus's heart and his eyes pooled with tears. "Lily!" He cried, love and joy intertwined with his voice. Nothing could compare to the way he felt at that moment. His always had happened.

They sat at the bottom of the hill, underneath the tree they used to play under. Hand in hand they cuddled underneath the white petaled tree. Two doe patronums danced around their head. "Is this all happening inside my head?" Snape asked carefully, his heart pounding against his frail chest. "Of course this is all happening inside your head Sev, but should that mean it isn't real?" She asked playfully, her head on his chest.

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For Brooklynn.

Tom and Lilith...

Lilith skipped down the halls of Hogwarts. She was a very upbeat girl for being Slytherin. A low humming escaped her lips as she followed the walls to the Slytherin common room. Her long black curls bounced behind her as she reached the dungeons. There sat Tom Riddle, the most beautiful wizard in all of Hogwarts. Lilith was deeply in love with him, but she didn't know if Tom really even knew she exsisted. She did play seeker and most people knew her because of that...but Tom seemed to overlook her. That was, everyday before that moment. Tom looked up, a smile plastered on his pale face. "Hello Lilith" He mused. He seemed rather happy, and a book was planted in his hand. A brow rose upon Lilith's forehead. "Ello Tom" She smiled, a shade of pink warming her lips. Tom rose and walked toward her. "How has your day been?" He asked as they made their way to the common room. "It just got a little better" She mummbled under her breath.

Stafani, Lilith's owl, fluttered off Lilith's arm as she sung it away. It was preparing a trip to take a letter to her mother. Usually her singing got Stafani there a little faster. She began humming as she sat at the base of the owl post. A thick stomping noise came up the stairs. Tom swung around the corner and plopped down next to Lilith. "Ello beautiful" He smiled, his teeth gleeming in the sun that shone through the windows. "Hi" Lilith beamed. Tom kissed her gently on the lips and rose his hands in the air. "I'm going to live forever!" He howled toward the ceiling. Confused Lilith questioned his emotions. "How so Tom?" She asked, a shadow of curiosity played on her face. Tom dropped to a whisper and looked at Lilith, "I plan on splitting my soul. Making horcruxes. You know, I'm going to rule the world" A smirk was smacked on his petite face. Shock blew over Lilith and she stood. She stumbled backwards and bit her bottom lip. "You're crazy" Lilith mummbled. Tom rose his brow and cocked his head. "I am not". "You're bloody crazy!" She howled now, her voice echoing. Some owls flew off, others stared with intensity. "I am not!" Tom cried in return. Lilith shook her head and stepped backwards. Knowing what he had done, trusting someone to pure, Tom snapped. He pulled out his wand and with a swishing motion he screamed "Obliviate".

Lilith woke up the next morning, her friends at the edge of her bed. Lilith rose a brow and spoke with a carefullness, "Why are you all staring at me?". One of her friends answered, "Tom said you hit your head, he brought you here to recover". Lilith raised a brow, "Tom?" She asked, a blush crossing her cheeks. "It's sad not remembering talking to your crush for the first time." She muttered under her breath so no one could hear.

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For Taylor Malfoy-Giffin

Draco and Haley...

She was tall, with long brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall, with blonde hair and green eyes. He fell for her. It wasn't too hard. She was beautiful in every way. He didn't show it though. He hid it behind the mask he wore. Draco had watched for her every day before going to the common room. She always passed the window he sat it, never failing. Yet, he knew not if she knew that he sat there deliberatly to see her. To watch her bounce down the halls with that brilliant smile. One day, particularly the day he had gotten his arm scratched by Buckbeak, he shouted out to her. "Ello Haley" he smiled, a blush rising in his cheeks. Haley stopped in mid tracks and looked over at Draco. "Ello Draco" She smiled. She couldn't feel anything but the pounding against her chest, and neither could Draco.

Draco burried his face into Haley's arm. "I don't know what to do" He mummbled into the skin. "I'm sorry love" She whispered, her hand sliding down his back. Draco looked up at her with awe. He didn't know how to react to his emotions. He just stared. "I don't like torturing Potter...but I feel that I have to." He shook his head and leaned back in the grass. Haley smiled and grabbed his hand. "You don't have to do anything but sit here with me" She closed her eyes and layed in the grass with him. Their Slytherin ties glittering in the sun.

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For Amy Curle

Amy and Luna....

The two Ravenclaws, Luna and Amy, bounced down the halls together. They had arms locked and were smiling estatically. Amy's long brownish gold hair flowed behind her, Luna's bonde curls behind her. They were the best of friends. It's not like anyone had even heard of their friendship though. The only time anyone noticed Luna was because she was odd or she was hanging out with the trio. No one payed attention to her when she bounded the halls with her best friend. Amy and Luna did basically everything together, that was except talk to the famous trio. Amy was terrified of talking to them, but mostly because she had a crush on Ron. But she wouldn't risk talking to him. Luna had tried to get her to talk to them, but Amy objected. So Luna left her to her antics. Amy was just about as odd as Luna, so they belonged as friends. And nothing could change that.

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For Brit Abbi Rose Mälfoy-Mùrderer

Brit and Draco....

A girl. A girl with black hair that fell a little past her shoulders. A girl who was a tad short. A girl who had many freckles and dark green eyes. She was a Slytherin, and Draco had the deepest crush on her. Draco couldn't help but blush as she mixed potions like a master. Slughorn favored her grandly. As Draco wasn't the best with potions, so Slughorn paired them together on an assinment. Draco was please greatly, as was the girl. The girl's name was Brit, and little did Draco know, she had a crush on him as well. The moment they were forced together, sparks shot off the tips of their wands that they held. Like lightning, they shocked each other. Laughing, the both of them started on their potion. A love potion. Brit was a wiz and finished it before Draco had time to cough. Pleased, Draco tried it himself. The fuzzy feeling of love warmed his heart as he looked over at Brit. His heart pounded against his frail chest as he got giddy and butterflies filled his stumach. He couldn't help himself from leaning in and kissing Brit on the lips. Brit grew warm and her cheeks flushed. She bounced up and down and grabbed her heart. Giggling, she bit her bottom lip as the potion weared off. Draco's eyes went from a shade of pink back to his normal green. He smirked happily as Brit grinned. "Well...that was interesting." He muttered softly.

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For Alice Francheska Lønģbøttøm Jr.

Alice and Scorpius...

Alice sat in the corner of the hallway on a bench. Her face was buried in a book as she hummed a melody. Her long black hair fell around her arms, her big blue eyes were focused on the thick book before her. Scorpius came tumbling down the hallway, he talked loudly and messed around with his friends as they came down the hall. Alice rose her head and rose a brow. Scorpius stopped mid-sentence as he found Alice's eyes from behind strands of hair. Scorpius waved off his friends as he stummbled over to the girl. Alice's eyes widened and she hid behind her book. Scorpius's friends scattered, mummbling and laughing. Scorpius sat at the end of the bench Alice sat on. With every minute that went by, he scooted a little closer. After about ten minutes he sat right next to her feet, as Alice was sitting with her feet on the bench and her back on the wall. She carefully looked over her book and soon hid behind it again. Scorpius grinned and spoke with a sweet tone, "Ello". Alice put her book mark between the two pages she was and closed the book. She set it in her lap and played with her red and gold tie. She wouldn't be able to read now that he was set on talking to her. Yet, she was too shy to actually talk to him. So she stared at her tie as she played with it. Scorpius cocked his head and smirked. "My name's Scorpius" He said with certainty. Alice bit her lip under a small smile. "I know," she muttered, a small squeek following as she hid behind her hair. Scorpius reached out a hand slowly and pushed up her face. He smiled, "You're very pretty". Alice giggled, "I'm Alice".

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If there was just a trickle of insanity beneath the skin of Neville Longbottom, Luna was the one to see it. She knew every bit of crazy that resided within one's soul, just as she had once seen Harry Potter's fear and compassion. Luna was quite the intelligent soul. Most thought her to be completely insane. Yet, Luna knew, she was only slightly insane. She was smart, and that scared people. They shunned her and told her she was Loony Lovegood. Luna knew though, she knew she was just to strangly smart for people to comprehend. She just knew, she didn't know how or why, but she could see it. See the fear and confusion in people's eyes. Something that most couldn't do. Neville Longbottom, was as clumsy and odd as any boy she had ever met. Luna though, she could see the pain within his heart. The bravery beyond his falls. The intelligence beyond his flaws. That's why she fell in love. She couldn't help being hopelessly in love with a boy so hidden with secrets she could discover. She couldn't help falling head over heels for a clumsy, brave, wonderful man that protected his friends and loves. Luna knew, from the moment she met Neville that she and he were meant to be. Neville felt it too. He loved the way Luna's eyes lit up when he spoke. No one gave him the attention that Luna thought he so utterly diserved. It made Neville feel alive, it made him feel like butterflies were birthing in his belly. No one had ever made him feel that way before. After the war, Neville planned to marry Luna. He wanted with all his heart to be her's forever, but his grandmother wouldn't allow it. She thought Luna was odd and disgusting. She thought that Luna was a discrace. Neville tried to go behind her back, but he couldn't do that to the woman who raised him. Overcome with torn desire, Neville married Hannah Abbot. His grandmother aproved and Luna became grousomely upset. She hid in her room crying for days. Yet, no one knew this. Luna kept her innermost feelings to herself. If she let them go...she would seem weak. She wouldn't allow that. Luna was strong and beautiful. She could see things that most could not. That made her special, and no matter how much she had loved Neville, she wouldn't grow weak for him. So on her third day of crying, she reached out to the world. There she met Rolf, Rolf was rather strange himself and made Luna feel not so alone. She never went a day without thinking of Neville though. Although she loved Rolf, she had never been IN love with anyone but Mr. Neville Longbottom. Neville did love Hannah. He loved her with all his heart, well all but the peice that forever belonged to Luna. He wouldn't let that love go, but he wouldn't let it hurt Hannah either. So he hid it in the depths of his heart. He couldn't forget Luna, but he tried. Some days when Hannah was gone, Neville would cry. His hand grasped around the charm Luna once gave him, yet when Hannah returned he would whipe his tears and put the charm in his sock. Luna would sometimes stare at the ceiling as she lay her head on Rolf's chest and think of the love she lost. Luna would never forget Neville, and she felt sure he wouldn't forget her.

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I watched as they ran around, their feet pattering against the soft gravel. I sat on the porch of our house. The house that was burned to the ground. We rebuilt it, Peeta and I. So our children could live in the beauty of it. Of course, District twelve itself was rebuilt. It was made into a sanctuary to those we lost. Something that hurts me everyday as I walk by the primroses in my front yard. I see her in my child, Lily. Beautiful long blonde hair, and her strange blue eyes. She reflects Prim in everyway. My son, reminds me of my father, but his personality is that of his father's. Peeta, my love, lost his way. I found him again, and we live together with our children. Peeta Jr. acts like the Peeta I used to know though. The one I lost to the capital. Peeta has changed since that boy I knew, but I love him all the same. No other man on this planet could make me feel the way Peeta does. Not Gale, not my father, no one.

Lily ran up to me and jumped onto my lap. Her smile wide and her eyes blue as the sky. Peeta followed, he being slightly older just stood at my feet. Lily's voice rang in my ears, "Mother, are you okay?". It was then that I realized tears were falling down my face. I whiped both eyes with my hands and nodded. "Yes dear. I'm alright". I kissed her on the head and smiled. A voice chimes in from behind, "Silly Mommy, she's got something in her eye. Here let me get it". Peeta came around the chair and kissed both my eyelids. He smiled and lifted my chin. "Don't cry my love, I brought cheese buns" he smirked. I chuckled and stood up, letting Lily slide of my leg. I grabbed Peeta's hand and that of Peeta Jr.'s. Lily grabbed Peeta's other hand and we walked into the house.

My head rested on Peeta's shoulder as we sat on the tattered couch. Lily sat at my feet and Peeta Jr. at Peeta's. My eyes wandered to Peeta's heart and I touched it with my three fore fingers. "I love you." I whisper up at him. Peeta lets a small smile touch his lips, "Real or Not Real". I smile, a genuine smile, "Real of course".