It was gift, she'd been assured. A rare, invaluable gift. For so much of her life, it was her gift that determined her worth. Few seemed to see, or care, how much her gift had cost her. And now, when dark figures loomed behind her eyes and threatened to take the two precious people she had left, Darina was certain of one thing. She would not be a weapon.

It has been three months since the Battle of Hogwarts. Against all odds, against many hopes, Severus Snape survived his injuries. He had been hanging on by a thread when he was found, but he lived. And now he had recovered enough to stand trial for his many, varied crimes. It was time to face the consequences. He did not, however, expect for that consequence to be Cassiopeia Green.

A dark cloud appeared over the magical world. The Dark lord was back, no matter the denial of the ministry. And Rosalind knew it. She knew that a war was coming, and she knew that her housemates were likely to fight. So would she. But for no noble reason. Rosalind wanted revenge, and revenge she would have. By any means necessary.