Gold hearts can be filled with blackness and black hearts could be hiding gold. In war, the lines are hard to spot. He has one of the blackest hearts and she has one of the most golden, and yet, she is the one who has to make a vile choice. A choice that the fate of the Wizarding World depends on.

"Welcome to Zone X. You are here because you are an anomaly in the fabrication of time. Anything you say or do here may be used against you in a court of justification. Do you understand, Mr. Malfoy?"

He's gotten a taste for a head-strong stupid Gryffindor, and she's learned that the reckless abandon of a broken Slytherin is very contagious. [Dramione 'Eighth Year']

Draco Malfoy's insomnia did not end with the War. Forced to re-start his final year, he meets a stupidly courageous seventh-year who wants to reshape their world into something better. Draco is tired and angry, so he entertains the idea — but then Granger gets involved, and it all becomes messy.

In his new world, Sirius knows there is an undefined line between right and wrong. Whatever it takes, to get his old world back. One slip-up means a waltz towards Death's waiting arms, but at least he would die with honour. The last thing he needs is to have a little girl tag along with him in the hopes she'll find her undoubtedly long gone mother.

Darkness bleeds at every corner... It tests her integrity; it rattles his beliefs. They are alone in this new world, with nobody to trust but each other.

A week goes by, and a cycle is reset. She has to rely on clues left by herself, with the certainty of ink and words. Everything else is a blurred line, between friends and enemies. Draco Malfoy recognizes this, and takes advantage of the opportunity. That's when he faces a blurred line, too.

When she was a teenager, she'd envisioned foolish things like becoming Minister for Magic. It is in her present time that Hermione Granger finds herself assisting Draco Malfoy on a pointless dead-end case that she can spot from a mile away. It's too bad snakes are better at tasting the air than lions are.

Hermione Granger finds a purpose in her unenthusiastic adulthood when she becomes obsessed with figuring out the motivations behind a masked vigilante in London.

"It reminds me of a Bees Gees song," Hermione murmured. "I started a joke, which started the whole world crying." Draco looked at her blankly. Then he glanced back at the front page of the Daily Prophet. The Boy Who Lived had started a joke, and it would seem the world was starting to cry.