Sometimes, the villains of the story hurt, too. Sometimes, it's ill-deserved. Sometimes, they're only trying to make someone proud. Sometimes, they can feel pain, too. And sometimes, they just need a break from it all. Sometimes, the protagonist helps.

Eleven. They were eleven, the both of them. Eleven was too young to know the pain of the world. Eleven was too young to have so many scars. What had happened to this boy? Who on earth could be heartless enough to hurt him? Remus/James FRIENDSHIP.

Won 2nd place in vicky199416's challenge. It must have been his own weakness that he saw in me, for he closed the distance between us, sitting on the side of my deathbed to take my hand within his. "Father?" "It is not time," I answered. "Not yet."

This was the first time he had allowed himself to get caught in the passion of summer rain, and it was a thrill. "No!" Neville parked at the storm, at the sky, at the universe. "I won't go back down! I can't anymore! I can't give up!"

For vicky199416's challenge. He was a fallen man at the close of the Battle of Hogwarts, but still the happiest moment of his life was then. Lucius wasn't always a good father, but he cared.

He had meant to share memories of his childhood with his children, but they weren't capable of understanding; it wasn't like he could blame them. The small bit of depth that he had discovered within himself came from that one night when he was sixteen.

"I know. I know what you're here for. But I have my dignity. I have rumpled bedding to legitimize. I have honor and morals and self respect!" It's another late night visit from the Dark Lord, but Bellatrix has had enough... She's tired of being used. B/V

Draco could only say that Potter had always been good to him. A good enemy, a good person, and even in the later years, a good friend. And, after this, he could well say that he had seen the best of Potter in every light. Drarry.

Narcissa couldn't help bt laugh as she left the room. It had looked rather painful for Draco, and obviously Potter wasn't coming back to finish what he had started... And although she was mad, she decided that that was punishment enough. Drarry.

It was a Wednesday. A Wednesday that Albus was scheduled to visit. And then, it was a Wednesday, several months later. Albus would not visit. He never would... Never again. It was death. And he was glad. Grindeldore and McGonnadore :

Not that long ago after the Second Wizarding War, Draco Malfoy finds himself host to a visitor quite unexpected: Harry Potter. But what does the visit have in store? "Here, it's yours. It should be with its rightful owner."

No," the elder Malfoy snapped again, snatching the infant back protectively. "We will raise him properly. He is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen one, the next Dark Lord. But for now... For now he is only Scorpius, the second Malfoy."