Power: some have it, some want it, and some have to take it in order to survive. Dark and twisted BellatrixTonks.
How on earth do you tell your boyfriend that his father’s housewarming present is the embodiment of purest evil? A fairly silly H/D fic.
Based on the same idea as my other Voldemort poem 'Blood and Fire'. Officially AU in the wake of OotP, although who knows what Voldemort dreams about, really ...
A poem about Voldemort. My take on what Dumbledore's triumphant smile at the end of GoF might mean. Now rendered AU by OotP.