Moony dies.

What she didn’t realize until after she agreed to go out with him was that these things were piling on his shoulders until he was hunched under the weight of the world and it was all he could do not to throw it off and watch it shatter.

An explanation in boggarts. This is all I have right now, but I'd be happy to write more if you want. Just let me know what characters you would like to see next.

It started with a bet. It passed through exhaustion and fear and exhilaration. It became them. James finds himself backed into a corner and Lily helps him out of it.

This is not a story, but a snapshot. It has no beginning, middle or end, but instead hovers on the edge of breaking.