The clues were all there. He had just chosen to ignore them. He got too close, he broke all the unspoken rules. Though who would dare to tell him to stop? Would could tell him that he could not do it? He was older than Time. He was absolute. He was eternal. He was Death, and nothing would stand in his way.

After the war ended everyone wore masks. They wanted to appear alright, even if they weren't. Harry was just one amongst many wearing a mask. It just so happened that he never stopped wearing his. Only now he was wearing one for a completely different reason.

It started with death. It continued with death. Was it any wonder that it would end with death too? Though, maybe it could end with something more than death just this once.

Some people say that age is just a number. He had never believed such a thing. How could a young person hold his interest when most things in the world didn't? He had never been happier to have been proved wrong.

Sneaking around Malfoy Manor in a dress really wasn't Harry's idea of a good time. He could only hope that he didn't run into any Death Eaters. But when has luck ever been on his side? Though, not that Harry would ever admit it, he didn't really mind running into that particular Death Eater.

James was indulging in some alone time when he was interrupted by the most unexpected person. Being caught in the act by your best friend's mother was horrible, even worse? The girl you like being dragged into the conversation. By the end of it he could only hope that his family jewels would make it out of it intact.

During three decades he had hoped for a change. He had waited, and watched, and prayed. Then one day he woke up, and realized just how futile hoping was.

He had always been the one people didn't notice. The one people considered a failure. He was used to it. It had been like that since he could remember. It tried his best not to let it get to him. Sometimes though, late at night, he couldn't help but wonder how his life would be if things were different. How things would be if he had just a little bit of luck.

Sirius had never meant for it to happen. He had never wanted it, he didn't want it. But he couldn't help it. Before he even realized what was happening he had lost himself to those emerald orbs.

Love... such a tricky, powerful thing. Obsessive love would even bring a Dark Lord to his knees.

A being is defined by more than one facet of their personality. They are more than one single action, or decision. As such the potential for both good and evil lurks in all; even if it takes some longer to find every facet.

How I wish, in my dying hour, to be with all of you once more. When one has lost everything they hold dear, when one loses themselves with every breath they take, when one's regrets are far too great to bear - death is a a blessing. Death brings with it the hope of finding happiness once more, to meet once more and resolve past regrets.

It all started on a whim. He could, he wanted, he did. For there was no one to stop him, no one who could stop him. That little whim changed his entire being to the very core, even if it took him centuries to realize it.

His soul was more than damned. He would not allow for hers to be as well.

James and Lily were desperate, they called on something they shouldn't have. Now Darkness follows Harry's every step.

Voldemort's soul was shattered beyond redemption. Marvolo just wanted to live. And Harry... Harry was stuck in the middle. Though he couldn't think of another place he'd rather be.

Barty was eager to show the world what he could do. Show them just why he was one of the Dark Lord's most promising Death Eaters

The raging storm that was about to hit the Wizarding World would leave nothing in it's wake

"Never forget, Draco, they are monsters and we are their playthings." Draco promised himself he would never forget. He never did, though that didn't stop the monster from continuing their game. And it certainly didn't stop him from being their plaything.

In a world filled with death, what difference did one more body make? Especially when that body gave him his very own Fairy Tale.