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Harry Potter is still Head Auror and Draco Malfoy...well, no one's really sure if he even has a job. But Harry knows that he's definitely up to something, and with a psychotic killer on the loose...well, let's just say that things are going to get interesting.

Scorpius wishes his dad would just get it through his head already: he’s in love with Albus Potter, and no rivalry between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter is going to stand in the way of that. In fact, the Potters will be arriving at the Manor for dinner any minute now.

At McGonagall's desperate request, Hermione has taken a temporary professorship at Hogwarts. With her exams (obviously) prepared in advance, she hopes to spend some time with her boyfriend, Ron Weasley. Unfortunately, a last minute project with an unknown partner forces her attentions away, and Ron must leave for a peculiar Auror mission abroad. Who is this mysterious partner, and what happens when Ron goes missing?

Cedric Diggory wants nothing other than to survive through the tournament that he can take lightly no more. Unexpected second parties agree with his goal and begin to help him in his plight. However… just who is it that can really help him? The faceless benefactor who has taught him the importance of a ruse… or the girl whose hair is as unmanageable as her worry? Who can Cedric depend on when he doesn’t think he can depend on himself? Throw in a bit of romance, drama, and a mysterious diary and you’ve got the makings for an exceptional sixth year at Hogwarts for this Hufflepuff.

Harry Potter and Shantiel Biggs are from two different worlds. He was raised as a Muggle and she was raised as a witch in a home of a prominent pureblood family. The weapon Harry has is love. Yet it's been too long for him to face Voldemort alone. Not even Dumbledore heard the entire prophecy. But how can Harry defeat the darkest wizard in history with someone he doesn't even like, much less trust?

Everyone used the war as an excuse. Oh, it's '

Draco jumped up, yanked out his wand and thrust it, point upwards, in Lucius' face. 'I can still feel them, Father,' he whispered, 'all those writhing, stinking spells!' Lucius curled his lips. 'Then why do you fight them?'

Do you ever wish we were more than who we are?