they were perfect. golden. everyone dimmed in comparison when they took the centrestage. they were the potters. and they were broken. :: potters and the price paid for fame. :: dark, angsty :: might be a tad depressing but not all together unrealistic

and in that moment, i swear we were infinite - the perks of being a wallflower :: the marauders and their last hurrah :: written for the weekly challenge #1, ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry, wampus house

the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death :: poor little james potter :: what was his sin that he deserved such a fate? :: dark!poetry :: part three of marauders' series

desire of having is the sin of covetousness :: mirror, mirror on the wall :: hermione granger and the difficulty of being the one who survived :: short drabble

i couldn't stand the monsters inside me, i turned all the mirrors around :: poor little remus lupin :: what's the point if you're warring with the demons inside? :: dark!poetry :: part two of series

but it's the devil that's trying to hold me down :: sometimes, you cannot escape the labyrinth of suffering :: hermione and the pain within :: dark!hermione

honey did you notice? i love him :: dramoine in perspective