"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The mist cleared and showed a sleeping girl in her nightgown. Her lips were red as blood. Skin as white as snow and hair the shade of ebony. She was her. She was Snow Black.

"Promise me," His gaze burned with a ferocity, "If we make it out alive, let me take you to Hogsmeade." She smiled and closed the distance between them. When their lips met, she pushed and he fell through the portal.

This is the story of how Charlus Potter fell for Dorea Black. Later chapters include the Great War with Grindelwald.