The 5th of October, a chapter for this day over ten years and what Dramione are doing. Starting off with a sexual encounter where nothing is certain, and chance meeting after chance meeting, as well as throwing Blaise Zabini in the mix, is time really enough for them?

'And it hits him straight in the gut. Of course he knew. She may be Slytherin, but she's too light for the Death Eater black - too moral, too people-loving, too inherently good, and all of this is breaking her before it's even started. Of course he knew.' Blaise and Daphne - their journey through the war and beyond.

Severus and Luna, drawn together in many circumstances, in different worlds and different timelines; lightness and darkness are drawn to one another. 'Loving her is not his job. Crushing her is his job, and he fails.' / 'Still, she knows a lost soul when she sees one. Merlin knows, she is one.' / 'Everyone has a coping mechanism and maybe they have become each other's.'

'He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her - she was with James, laughing - a choir falling from her mouth, her hair shining a million brilliant shades in the sun and her smile so vibrant, ready to infect anybody she came into contact with. He was so fixated on her that he almost forgot James.'

'"Just stop thinking," Sirius says one night. /No, you start thinking/, Remus thinks, but never says.'

'What a mistake. Broken people are broken people, and he is a lot of shards of one big broken mess that she can't fix - that he doesn't even want her to fix. She stares at her front door, willing him to knock despite even the thought of his name making her throat feel thick with poison.'

Voldemort and Bellatrix and his seven deadly sins. 'He throws her down onto the bed, determined to take her. She stares up, wide eyed, and he sees the danger in those obsidian eyes - darkly twinkling with love. He clamps his eyes shut, determined to empty his mind. He does not care. He does not care. He does not care. He wants one thing.'

'Maybe so many left because she was too much for them. Too jagged, too soft, too many paradoxes to be confined to one person. He can see that she is difficult to love, but not for him. To love Lily Potter is easier than breathing, than sleeping, than anything.'

'It was never as though it was perfect, but she didn't quite know it was what it was. His toxicity is lightning on a summers evening. Entranced her and she forgot the danger.'

'He enters Grimmauld Place, shaking like a leaf but attempting to stand strong. Ginny Weasley leads him into the kitchen, he is met with judgemental or skeptical looks. There is just one welcoming face, and that is the face of Longbottom.'

'And when he feels her crawling into his bed he knows he should turn her out, should ask her what she's doing, should stop this somehow, but he does not.'

'She is always there to catch his tears. It is always messy. Hestia is never afraid to tell the truth, she is never afraid of him like everybody else. Somehow she loves him despite the shadows that live inside of him, and loving her is easier than breathing for him.'

'From the time that Lily told him that she thought he slept around to help him ignore his actual loneliness, to when she grabbed him and told him to just kiss her already because it was clearly what he wanted to do. He'd known that she takes no crap, says exactly as she thinks. And that she expects the same from him.'

Our life may be but a jigsaw, or we may seem perpetually in a labyrinth. Everyone experiences trials and tribulations, everything is some form of a puzzle or maze, nothing comes easy, nothing is simple, and love, above all, is the biggest mystery. Six: If you can't treat somebody right, someone else will. He can't promise her anything, James can promise her the world.

'But something draws her to him, and at some point they just fall together. She thinks his light seems like the answer to all of her darkness.'

Daphne writes letters to Blaise as she tries to rebuild her life after losing her memories. 'Today, I don't know you. I don't even know me. I don't know anything, and I'm scared. But I believed the look on your face, the tears in your eyes and your sternly set jaw. I believe that you know me, and I believe that you love me. Today, you are the only thing I believe in.'

'Because once you start, you can't stop. It's addicting. It's worse than any drug, any alcohol, any feeling. And no one would understand.'

'Gradually, she was backed into a corner she cannot get out of. The world is not large anymore – to her, it barely reaches the edges of Malfoy Manor's grounds. There is no hope, as hope was crushed when her feet first found themselves against that black marble floor.' Narcissa mourns the loss of herself as she contemplates the life she aspired to have.

'Pulling her lips into her perfectly practiced smile, she doesn't falter for the five seconds she counts in her head. The fact it doesn't quite reach her dead green eyes that used to twinkle like stars should be the giveaway to her encased darkness – the abyss that is herself. But then again, she supposes, people are naïve. They believe what they want to believe.'

'Never has she felt the elation that she feels when she sees him again. It's only been two weeks, but two weeks too many and she hasn't coped at all on her own. She throws her dainty arms around him in embrace, but he soon pulls back, worry etched into his features because he knows… he knows she's slipped again.' - sad, beautiful, and tragic are Narcissa Yaxley.