Her best friends knew that she was lost, trapped in darkness, forced to play a dangerous game. They would do anything to find her, even face the old enemy and break the circle of time.

"She showed up on Halloween night, with her big hair, her big mouth. Her magic touches the darkness of my soul, my name on her Mudblood lips sounds foreign. She began this dangerous game."

She faced her class, a kind smile painted on her lips, her hands laced in front of her, her voice always soft and measured. "You don't fool me," he said, "everything about you is a lie." She was a lie he wanted to break Oneshot for the Tomione Smut Fest 2018

"She had broken him. Over and over again. And he had let her." An intimate confession, a collection of bittersweet memories... all about her. A Dramione story.

She entered his shop one rainy afternoon. A Tomione story. AU.

Lord Voldemort is dead. When he wakes up in a sort of limbo, there's no memory left of who he was before the Fall. But when it's time to face what he has done, will the Demon win for good over the already broken soul of the Man? "No one is born evil, Tom." I press my hands to my ears, trying to block out the screams. I clutch my chest in pain. I want to give in.