After the war, Harry Potter's previously glamorous lifestyle has faded. Years have passed, and it will take more or less than a pair of tense eyes and a shock of pale, waterlogged hair to make him realize that there is more to life. Canon until epilogue.

With betrayal comes desperate measures. And things are not as they seem. Hermione Granger has fallen out of glory; who more likely to come across than Draco Malfoy? :All Rights To J. K. R.: HIATUS.

And I'll breathe life into you; drag you from thine black waters, into my red wood boat. And no time, none at all, before my curiosity flowers. And then I'll wed you to thine black waters, and leap as sword into flesh, into the nauseating black sea: me.

A peek into the merciless Voldemort's mind. Read&Review, my lovelies. Thankies.