Rebecca Kay Bright, Author

adopted from Time Turner User The M Word What no one know not even my friends knew was that I was in love with Pansy and we carried on a secret relationship. It started when Draco was vanishing at all hours and Pansy was worried about her long time friend. She contacted me, knowing I was always up for a good mystery, to play private eye and find out what was going on. We spent hours together going over everything we knew about him, Crabbe, Goyle, and the places we thought he would go. I couldn't tell Ron and Hermione, they were too caught up in their own drama, not to mention I wanted to give the Malfoy scion the benefit of the doubt. As Pansy and I spent more and more time together we found ourselves becoming attracted to each other. You know, under Pansy's spoiled pureblood princess facade she's really a sweet girl. No matter what we felt for each other it wasn't a safe to let anyone know. I mean come on, I was in Gryffindor and she was in Slytherin. Can y

Adopted from time turner user   Abbott A man was walking around Little Whinging, Surrey to do research for the Ministry of Magic on muggles. He was to record how they dressed, talked, interacted, and so on so that Ministry workers who had to go into muggle areas could blend in better. The idea was that if his research proved to be useful it would be shared with the magical community at large to help maintain the British Wizarding World's secrecy. He was startled from his mental notes by the piercing screams of a child, not a child at play no, a child in pain. As a father he was torn between rushing to help the poor child and staying out of it to maintain secrecy. The wizarding world had nearly been exposed a few years back due to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters openly attacking muggle communities. His blood ran cold when he heard a dangerous sounding man bellow, "FREAK GET BACK HERE!" The wizard knew many hate filled muggles called children w

Another Year Chapter 1 Another year. Another year at Hogwarts School of Irritating Brats and Senile Headmasters, my only pleasure in life comes from humiliating the little brats' pathetic display of their potions brewing skills, except for my Slytherins, who have it bad enough. Now some would claim my bias against the other houses and my short 'useless' speeches is a major contributing factor in the house rivalry. I say those individuals are idiots who have never picked up a history book. The relation of the four houses has always been an uneasy one and in the last sixty years – since Dumbledore took over as Headmaster – it has steadily deteriorated. If the Dark Lord had only drowned himself in a bathtub full of sulfuric acid, a very useful muggle potion, to completely DIE rather than just split himself from his body I wouldn't have to be sitting in the gaily decorated Great Hall of Hogwarts listening to the overly warm welcome speech of the Senile o