She is caught between two worlds, stuck in a limbo where two halves of her coexist, but never interact, trying to find a reason behind why she feels like there's something more. He kisses her, and the barriers start to fall. CS

But for now--for now you allow yourself this little bit of happiness. And when, on the way home from St. Mungo's, she slips her hand into yours, you smile down at her and squeeze her slender fingers gently.

"And in the dark, and in the tired, and in the small everydayness of these moments, I can feel it: the glorious ordinary that is his gift to us." / A drabble collection featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan

When Lily Evans returns to Hogwarts for her sixth year, she is far from excited. Her friendship with Severus ended bitterly in a humiliatingly public display, leaving her friendless and alone. But with a little help from an endearingly odd assortment of characters, Lily will learn how to pick herself up off the ground, and find out that everything does indeed happen for a reason.

Her pale pink tights gleam silver in the moonlight, as do her shoes. She shifts, slightly, bending her knees, preparing for the first step. And then she is dancing.

Sin. Blood. Faith. Forgiveness. Growth. Life. Redemption.

Albus Dumbledore sighed. It wasn’t just any old sigh, either. It was a heavy sigh. A sigh sighed by people who had worked a twelve hour shift at a manual labor industry and come home to put their feet up and have a nice, steaming cup of tea.