"It was the morning of September nineteenth. Her seventy-seventh birthday...She was still beautiful to Harry, she didn't look a day past twenty. It seemed that time had frozen for him...his children aged, he aged, but she never did."

Ever since Sirius' death Harry hadn't been the same…he had lost the light in his eyes. It was as if Harry died along with his godfather the night in the Department of Mysteries.

The second in the Blood-Red Roses series. I was terrified that her blood would be spilled on my hands, and in the end, someone's will be...and I will lose it all.

Don't go." She whispered "I have to." That was the last anyone had ever heard from Harry Potter. H/Hr

Her relationships never lasted. She was never their 'type'. But life surprises her by giving her someone she would never think of dating. Her best friend.

Over the summer I was bitten by a vampire. This change has been...rough. But I love her..and she needs me. My name is Harry Potter and this is my story.