Death was more than just a vague idea, an inevitable end to every story. Death was a tall figure draped in black robes that stood a silent vigil above every casket lowered into the earth. Death was what watched him in life, never too far behind his back, always at the edge of his vision. Death was real and Harry knew he could never escape it - not even through a new world of magic.

She'd expected fluffy clouds and harps and angels singing hallelujah for the foreseeable future. What she got was vastly different. OC/SI

As Harley Potter begins her first year at Hogwarts, she finds that there is more than waving a wand to being a witch. Something darks is coming out of the woodworks and it will be up to Harley and her friends to stop it.