Twenty years have passed since the fall of Voldemort. Twenty years have passed since magic was outlawed. Twenty years too many. Now is the time to stop merely acting in this vicious cabaret called life and to take charge and rewrite the script.

Don't fall in love. Wasn't that the first thing they had taught you at the auror's academy? But no, you went and fell in love. And what did he do? He went round and became a traitor, making a fool of you. But then again, only fools fall in love. Slash.

Everyone thought the sun shined out of his every orifice. I knew better. I knew he was nothing more than a manipulative old bastard. Songfic to A Perfect Circle's The Noose.

He'd called her an insufferable knowitall. He'd mocked her, tormented her, and refused to accept anything less than perfection from her. She knew now what he was trying to achieve. Not DH compliant.

DMT. A chemical released at the moment of death. A hallucinogenic drug thought to ease the mind into death. He liked the pretty colors swirling around him, but mostly, he liked the green. It was the color of his eyes. It would protect him It made him happ

Even the undead sleep eventually. But you're not alive. You're not dead. You're not undead. You simply exist, living in your own personal hell.

The last of The Seven Words series. She's always been a little bit crazy. She stands in front of the crowd, smirking as they read off her charges before they give her to the Dementors.

Snape loves Who? And they love What? What loves THAT? That loves Snape? What's the world coming to?

It was overhe couldn't live in his world of makebelieve anymore.

The black car sped around the corner, engine straining at it's limits. If he crashed, so be it. He had no control over it. It was easier to pass things over to fate and to absolve himself of guilt.

He believed in what he was fighting for, once. But there was no point in fighting anymore. The people he was fighting for weren't fighting a moral, noble war, and the opposite side would never be truly defeated.

He had run until every drop of liquid in his body had been drained. He had done his part. He could run.

He was running away from the war, into these woods that he remembered from his boyhood.

He shouted in a loud voice 'Eli Eli Lema Sabachthani' which is 'My God, My God, why have you forsaken me' Even on the battlefield, surrounded by people, he was alone.

He turned to his mother and said 'Woman, here is your son' He wasn't her chubbycheeked cherubim anymore, he was a man.

Truly I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise. He always knew how to give a good speach, it was a vital part of being a good leader. He needed to rally the troops.

Father forgive them, they know not what they do. They were mindless killing machines, if they had known that was all they would become, they would have never signed up for this.

She hated the house she'd been sorted into, it was what killed her best friend.

In which we learn how a certain person thinks of all the events that have happened so far and the mistakes that should be corrected.

He wanted to be like father, but he wasn't. He didn't have the same sort of bravery, the same sort of grace.