Certain songs can wrap you up in a blissful cocoon. When shared with another person you've got magic in the making of love.

Air catches in his throat, his eyes widen, and blood trickles from the corner of his lip. I release him and he slides to the floor. I crouch in front of him- watch the light leave his eyes. And then I turn. Vanished.

UNFINISHED- never finishing. But I haven't the heart to delete it.

Just like you can't have light without dark, good without evil, or God without the devil; you can't have hate without love.

We'd all make it though, I knew we would. Life goes on. After all; Death is but the next great adventure.

Undeviating Attention; Constant Vigilance.

After the war, Fred's death, and everything else; There was still love; Ron and Hermione's to be exact.

"There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk." Three weeks later, everything almost back to normal; except grief for losing Fred, but nonetheless, it was time; Harry had made his decision.