His heart did not crumble. It shattered, and she collected piece after piece. Before Severus knew it, his heart belonged completely to her. And hers belonged to someone else. A series of Severus/Lily one-shots.

I leaned in, staring at my reflection, squeezing my eyes shut. When they opened, he was there. A fallen angel, cool breath in my ear, eyes boring into mine. I whirled around. No one was there. I looked back again. The mirror was shattered. So was I.

Hope had always eluded Harry, dancing fleetingly into his life just to desert him when he needed it most. But perhaps now, at the end of it all, hope was finally here. Pre-battle drabble.