“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The colours, the sensations, the vibrations of the magic.” Please read 'Cantus Inaequalis' and 'Hinc Navis a Sceleris' first. Dark fic.

She realised that he would always have a hold on her. A cold, punishing hold that tightened with each shallow breath she took. And he knew it. Sequel to 'Cantus Inaequalis'. Dark. Warning: Slightly Non-consensual activities within

“Would you let me brand my mark there? Binding you to me? Mind to mind, body to body… soul to soul? Would you?” Extremely dark and angsty.

Remus is alone. When he's alone he thinks. Thinks of one particular man's influence on his life...