...... HPFF's 2006 Anniversary Story: All things great must begin with a simple moment for the greatest journey begins with a single step. Perhaps we should tread backwards in time and embark on an adventure like no other. Beyond this page is an experience unlike any you have ever attempted. This is where the inventors create and the founders reminisce. A special thanks to all our members who entered our Anniversary Writer's Duel.

Slowly it was rebuilt from the same node, from the same tiny green spark that hovered at the core of the spell as he fed it power. Power not just to destroy the thing, but to destroy all things, all the things that made him old and feeble and slowly withered him away; all the things that crippled and pained him. And the words formed with the energies as he manipulated them, churning endlessly as they sought what they required to fulfil his bidding. Mimicking the languages of old, learning from those from which it grew until it had a purpose of its own. Avada Kedavra, I destroy as I speak.

"Veritaserum - a Truth Potion so powerful that three drops would have you spilling your innermost secrets." It is one of the most powerful potions the Wizarding world possesses, but it was only a dream until he came along. Determined to never see Death Eaters claim Imperius again to escape Azkaban, he relentlessly pursued the dream into reality.

It takes a lot to unsettle Kingsley Shacklebolt, but an unfortunate Amortentia potion results in some of his saddest memories resurfacing. There is a reason why he has never loved since the First War, and that reason is Marlene McKinnon. Kingsley Shacklebolt tells his tale, one of a broken love amidst the tragedies of war.

You fancy yourself an inventor- am I right?” asked the man in shadow. He perched on the edge of a second, much more comfortable-looking chair, back straight and hands folded in front of him. “One could say that,” Snape replied warily, his eyes fixed on the long, pale fingers of his master. Suddenly, they untangled themselves and settled on the arms of his chair. Snape’s eyes flickered up to meet the glistening, red ones of the Dark Lord.

Sometimes the simplest things can be the hardest to find. When you spend your whole life searching for that one missing ingredient, what happens when you find it?

I have spent the last five years working towards a single goal, and finally I have achieved it. I have created and perfected a potion to help reduce the dangers of lycanthropy. I have named it the Wolfsbane potion, hoping that I can use it to help those unfortunate souls who have had the misfortune of being bitten by werewolves.

When Marlene McKinnon joins the Order of the Phoenix, she finds more than what she’d bargained for. “I thought you wanted this. I thought you fancied me.” Remus’s eyes met hers questioningly, and he inhaled deeply before asking her, “Do you?”

Common people have always feared the unknown; alas, it has been that way since the dawn of time. Whether or not someone has actually seen a ghost or felt the chilling presence of a Dementor is not important. Muggles have taken extreme precautions against specters and otherworldly entities, and as a result magic as an art has invoked fear from the masses with its use strongly discouraged.

I was the first. The first name written with that magic quill. The first to walk those stone halls. The first to try on that enchanted hat. In fact, I was the first to witness the building of that incredible school. I was the first. I now look back on that time and realize that I truly was blest both then and now to have met and studied under the Founding Four.

Alice Higgins was sitting at a long table in the Shrieking Shack. There were several other witches and wizards around the table, all of whom she was at least mildly acquainted with. She had been so surprised when Headmast- no he wasn’t her headmaster any more; when Albus Dumbledore asked her to join the Order of the Phoenix.

I watched and waited...