He knew what he had to do. He had been groomed for it all his life. It had been seared into his mind what he would be, what he had to be. What could he do now that it had been taken from him?

There was a fine line between love and hate, was something people said. So it was only natural that Lucius, as good as he was at manipulating other's perception of him, would be able to make everyone believe that he hated him with all his heart.

He had always loved his books; however, that love had been taken to a different level once he had met Tom. At first he had amassed knowledge just for the sake of it. Now, though, he hoped that every kernel of knowledge he was able to gather would make Tom notice him. He wanted to be better than he was; was it so bad to want to be better for the sake of someone else?

She had been created for one thing—to look after the children in her care. That was her purpose and she did it with pride. She loved all her children; light, dark, good, bad, she did not care. All she wanted was for them to be safe and happy. Time, though, made her realize that her wants mattered little.

He ran. He could do nothing but. They had taken from him more than he could bare, and he would not let them taking anything else from him, so he ran. He ran and kept running, until his legs betrayed him. When darkness claimed him, he had not expected to see light ever again. Though, to his surprise, a tiny ray of light pierced through the grief and pain.

Fool, there was no other word for it. He had been a fool. What else could you call a man that had been willingly swayed by his emotions? The ghost, for what else could it be than an apparition sent by Magic, that had decided to visit him, was only stirring all those emotions back up. Others would call these emotions love. He knew better... men like them did not love.

He had never thought that he would become so consumed with his desire to master a subject, especially one he despised. However, his eyes had been opened. In the grand scheme of things he was not even a blimp in the existence of the cosmos; he could not imagine a more humbling realization. Maybe that was why he was trying so hard; he wanted to be more than a blimp.

More than anything, Tom Riddle wishes to have someone he can call his own. More than anything, Harry Potter wishes to be wanted. When both their wishes come true, they'll do anything to hold on to it.

He had always known that he was different. Which was what lead him to take this particular career path. He had expected for it to bring excitement into his life, or at the very least to ease the mind numbing boredom his life was. Sadly, it failed to live up to his expectations, no matter how low those expectations were.

She had never thought about what it meant to be a true Black. She lived as a daughter of the House of Black and made sure to do her House proud. She had always believed that was everything there was to being a Black. Now she knew better, and she would behave as a true Black did.

Life had a habit of taking unexpected turns. No one knew that better than Harry. He certainly hadn't planed on the path he had taken. It could be worse. Being a professional hitman wasn't all that bad. It paid well and he could get rid of some truly nasty individuals. So, all in all, life was good. Then one day he got a hit for one Tom Riddle. Harry knew he shouldn't have taken it.

They had learned at a young age that the Ministry was corrupt. They had seen with their own eyes how little the Ministry cared about the people it was supposed to protect. And now the Ministry was after one of their own. Harry had never wanted this power, but the Ministry had no one to blame but themselves.

Barty's biggest weakness had always been his curiosity, and Potter woke his like nothing else. He truly had no one to blame but himself. Now they were so entangled that Barty didn't know how to untangle himself. The worst part was that he wasn't sure that be wanted to. He could only hope that satisfaction would bring him back.

They had always meant to be together. Few understood that it was impossible for one to be if they did not have the other. They tried to keep them apart, and, for a while, succeeded. As time went on, he was sure that both would be lost in Oblivion for the rest of Eternity. Truthfully, he did not mind. He would rather be lost in Oblivion than spend Eternity without him.

The war had changed all of them. Some were a bit cracked, others were broken. Lucius hated that he was one of them. He hated what his life had become. The world he had known was no more, and he felt completely out of place in this new world that was rising from the ashes. Then he was shown that even though some things had changed, others hadn't...

Death favored very few. And he cared for even less. However when it came to the little one Death could hardly stay indifferent, after all, if it weren't for him the little, green-eyed wizard wouldn't exist.

He had no one to blame but himself for the position he was in. He was a Malfoy, it was practically in their blood to be attracted to power. Emotions, feelings, that had never been part of the plan. Losing his heart certainly hadn't been part of his plan. But now ot was lost, and looking into those laughing eyes, he was certain that he would never get it back.

Dead had always been an old friend of the Potter family. Every generation knew that when the time came they would greet him with a smile and move on to the next great adventure. No one thought that Life would have its own plan.

On a beautiful Monday morning the Wizarding World was changed forever.

One could argue that people are born with a set Destiny. That no matter what happens, a person cannot change their Fate. Such seemed to hold especially for those touched by prophecy. However Chance held no regard for Fate or Destiny. Due to Chance, Destiny was shattered; and a Hero that should have been, wasn't.