"You stole my breath away," she whispered in the shadows.

Ever so bored, the Golden Trio decide to break out a Board Game. Perhaps Risk was to much of a risk in the first place... Bringing forth attempted murders, corruption and maniacs-Perhaps Hogwarts was better off without this game.

She belongs to the dead now, enslaved by ink and parchment. He laughs, and whispers in the darkness. "I love you, Ginny Riddle. You are mine now, with no escape."

She's arrogant, playing with knives and danger. He's sneaky, gliding through the shadows and traitors. They work, somehow. Through blood and bruises.

You don't really know Ginny Weasley. This is really just a beginning to a series of beginnings.

Sirius eyed him slowly before rolling up the sleeves of his robe. Numerous scars lined his wrists, faded with age. "It's not much of a game anymore."

Her fingers had become scarred, with the years of life marking them. Her eyes jaded, wary of the world. Her palms were burdened with burn scars, and shoulders bent with the weight of the possibilities.

They meet after battle. Blood soaks the grass, burning flesh rotting in the still air. Her ears ring with screams, and his eyes burn with death. "Idiot." He mutters fondly. "Arse." She shoots back.

She was the moon, soaring high into the night sky. He was her dragon, lifting her higher and higher. LLxDM

In the end, everything fades away into darkness. LLxDM

He is her sun, and when he sets low into the ground, she will follow into the silent abyss. The sweet beginning to the tragic ending. Lucius/Narcissa

Perhaps the lives of the founding four were better off forgotten. But perhaps, they were needed to be told, and the adventures brought to life. The Battle General Helga and the fierce warrior Godric. The violent Lady of Ravenclaw, and the wealthy Lord Sal. Tales unravel slowly, forgotten from time.

She knows that he shouldn't get the painless way out, not when she's here and suffering for it. She wants him to know the misery and pain she had suffocated in. the silence and the dread, with only the steady movement of time breaking the shadows apart. She was willing to sacrificed the good of the world, to ensure he suffered. Just like she suffered. Warning:Self Harm, Torture.

"A hero who grew up abused and unwanted. And if I never belonged, no one ever would have guessed it." She had whispered, one life ago. But the two of them devised a way to go back, and change everything, and make everything the way it could have been. "We'll make it right, this time." WeasleyDumbledoreSnapeBashin g!