London, in a small and dark side streetTwo groups of people entered the street from opposing sides, nervously shuffling their feet as they looked distrustfully, and in some cases anxiously, at each other across the distance. One group was considerably larger - they were chanting War-Filks and passing Fragons of Bleer amongst their rows. The other ( Read more... )

Inside the courtroom, the world turned upside-down ( Read more... )

E/N: A bit out of sync with the rest, but this tells where some of the men still out there go ( Read more... )

A/N: Frankie didn't have time to wrap up her Micronesia HQ story, so she generously allowed me to do it. Thank you, Frankie! I tried to do justice to your plot!

Somewhere off the coast of Micronesia…Above the craggy rocks on a tiny island surrounded by turquoise water and a coral reef, a sleek, modern-looking building rose. In the twilight, ( Read more... )

CornedBee looked Morwen in the eye, a strange mix of emotions that she couldn't quite identify playing across his face.

"Sorry," he said.

And putting the small ring in his hand on his little finger, he vanished.

The wheels in her mind clicked over automatically: Emergency one-way Portkey. One person, fixed destination, Muggles allowed, true ( Read more... )

The reverend stumbled as he stepped from the carriage, then stopped in disorientation. A seat. Moved as much by the milling crowds as by his feet he found his way there and slumped into it's plastic curve. What was he doing here? What good would it do in any case? The tannoy ended it's mechanical interruptions and attempted soothing music "...it's ( Read more... )

In a secret jail somewhere in Paris, awaiting trial..."J," whispered Nasnoona, after night had fallen and all was silent. "I have a plan ( Read more... )

A/N: Submitted because J is nagging me to... :p In case it isn't clear, this is what Nasnoona and the Doppelganger are talking about when Hez is watching them in the station ( Read more... )

This is an alternative POV piece, taking placing mainly during "Smoking Out the Bee, Part III"...J couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew he had to; he knew that any moment now, the war could be over for him and J hated the very thought. But despite any of that, his eyes didn’t want to budge ( Read more... )

CornedBee had been delighted to find out that he and Padma's friend shared a first name. He'd been far less than delighted to hear that they couldn't use any magical means to leave the country ( Read more... )