A man sits alone in his cell at Azkaban, shrouded in darkness, waiting for a signal.
Two duelists stand face to face, one obscured in the shadows, the other embracing the light. Who will be the victor, who will be the defeated? *complete*
Hermione has had a very bad summer, and things aren't looking up. Featuring frozen chicken, tonsil hockey, and plenty of Lucius angst! Please R/R.