She never believed in fate, never let herself imagine that some things are written in stone, out of her control, never thought that two people were meant for each other, destined to be together. But in that moment, when his lips burned with the intensity of a star on hers, she knew that she was his and he was hers and not even death could do them part.

Leah Rose did not have a normal life, neither did it help to be the sister of the most famous boy in the Wizarding World. Cherry on the top? She was deeply and irrevocably in love with the boy she used to hate for all the years she knew him. Did it help that he was a Death Eater in the Dark Lord's army of fanatics? No, it did not.