Many people were lost in the war against Voldemort. Regardless of side, whole families were shattered or erased entirely. Amidst the postwar mockery of peace, Harry Potter decides he just can't let things sit. Being a Master of Death has to be good for something, right? Well okay, he might need a little help to pull this one off... (Warnings: Jaded!Harry, moral grays, Evil!Author)

A reoccurring dream is your subconscious trying to talk to you, or so her father had once said. Dumbledore shows her the lines in the earth. Her dreams show her the lines in the sky. Ward magic. Ley lines. Arithmancy. Hermione is surrounded by surreal numbers, and it all comes tumbling down. History repeats itself unless we stop it from doing so.