[Canon SasuSaku, one year after the War.] There were times when he would laugh, laugh so fully and wholeheartedly that his entire face would be set aglow. There were others when he would collapse into her, a man anguished and weakened and haunted by his past, as the gravity of the things he had seen and done would pull him into twisting oblivion.

[drabble] Unspoken, but acknowledged.

In the years to come, Remus Lupin would realise that the other half of him wasn't just a werewolf.

He did not know how or when she had begun to matter to him, this girl with her piercing blue eyes the colour of forget-me-nots, fiery red hair that appeared almost golden as it caught the candlelight just so, fingers laced with his under the table even as she pretended to read her Ancient Ruins notes. He fell in love then, slowly, and all at once. Rose/Scorpius snippets.

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