What can drive a man ever toward hate with more force...than love? A story of loss, psychological instability, and the simple human misconseption that power heals all wounds.

You wish I was Sirius.' Two weeks into summer holiday, Harry recieves a visit from his former professor and discovers that even when life seems unbearable...you're not really alone when it comes to grief.

If I cannot hate him, I can only compensate by hating myself all the more, and I survive only by this delicate balance of contempt...I wonder if I will ever explain this to him. It is doubtful; he is not the only one suffering the damnation of hubris.