I was just wondering: what are your favorite scenes in HP fanfiction? It needn't be from one of your favorite fics, since occasionally you find gems inside a story with too many flaws to be a top fanfiction. So I'm asking: are there any particular scenes in HP fanfiction which stand out to you, for example because they're especially poignant, or exhiliration to read, or an impressive culmination of a plot line, or maybe deeply touching or oddly emotional? For me it's a scene from Stages of Hope, a fic which has its problems - but which contains what is probably my favorite scene in all of fanfiction. For some context: Harry, Hermione, Neville and Luna are in an alternate universe (Ginny and Ron are dead). In this alternate universe, Ginny died in the Chamber of Secrets whereafter Ron stayed at home to take care of his mother, while Hermione never came to Hogwarts. In this scene, Hermione is in a conversation with Bill, and at some point he slowly discovers how close Hermione was to Ron in her universe. Excerpt: Spoiler "Ron, my brother, asked me to give you his best," Bill finally said in an attempt to revive the conversation, and this time it was Lily who flinched, knowing very well that this topic would only deepen Hermione's misery. "He was meaning to talk to you and Harry, but Christmas is kind of a thing in my family, and Mum relies on him so much…" Hermione blinked. For a moment, she looked worlds away. "I understand," she said quietly. "Family is the most important thing, especially for Ron. I get it." Bill eyed her with surprise, but there was also a slow realization growing on his face. Bill hadn't been one of the youngest curse breakers ever employed by Gringotts for nothing. He was an excellent observer. "That's good," he then said, yet unsure what he was seeing. "Most people think it's weird, actually, the way he cares about family. He was given grief over it in school, so he's often worried others won't understand…" "Oh, no," she interrupted him. "Ron's always felt a bit unsure what his role in life was, and being the youngest son, he thought he didn't really matter. It must have been a comfort for him to take care of your mother. I'm glad he found his place in your family." Now Bill was eyeing her with something approaching shock. "That's exactly what my father said," he commented. "You must know him very well in your dimension." Hermione went pale, and her eyes flickered across the room as if searching for an exit. "We…" she stuttered. "I… We grew up together, I guess. He was…" Her voice wobbled and nearly drifted away. "He was my… friend." "I'm glad to hear that," Bill said quietly. "After Ginny's death, he became a bit of a loner. He's got friends, of course, but sometimes I think they don't know him very well." "Yes," Hermione said, still in that dying voice. "It's not easy, getting to know the real Ron. He's hidden deeply." She paused, and half turned away as if to end this conversation, but then her eyes sought and found Bill again, and there was something pleading in the way she touched his shoulder. "Bill," she asked, "Is he… Is he happy?" Bill's face softened, for a moment echoing the grief visible in Hermione's eyes. He reached up and covered the hand still touching him with his own, pressing down on it steadily. "Yes, Hermione," he said, and there was a new quality to his voice, an intimacy usually reserved for his brothers and his parents. "I believe he is. Although I'm sorry this Ron missed out on getting to know you. You would have made him a better person, I think." Lily did the only thing she could and left the two to their family business.