My story was finally over. I had brought the Golden Morning and my reward was life. I found the peace I'd fought so hard for. The world was open to me! All I had to do was stay out of the light, and not draw attention to myself. That would be easy! ...I didn't last a week.

Once was a Coincidence. Dying twice though is enough to convince Voldemort that maybe Dumbles was onto something with that whole 'Love' business. Abandoning the Dark Arts (as best he can) and armed with a list of Women he knows might be the one for him, Lord Voldemort goes on a mission to get the girl, (whoever she is) and the ultimate power that clearly comes with it. Crackfic

Egwene al'Vere, The Watcher of the Seals, Flame of Tar Valon, didn't expect to ever open her eyes again. When she did, the absolute 'last' thing she expected was to be inside a tightly cramped metal box.

OOtP Mid Year. Every now and then throughout wizarding history, a pair of individuals very close to one another find that their magic has grown attached. A bond is formed. A Soul Bond. And may hell burn the idiot who ever thought having one was a 'good' thing! A Soul Bond story done 'right.' No bashing. A Harry and Hermione love and war story.

Two years ago Harry Potter died. Believers in prophecy despaired and war swept the land. Meanwhile, forgotten in the mists, a spirit whispers in the ears of those who still remember the light. Telling them to be ready. To stand. One last time.