"She stares at her reflection in the mirror and for one brief second, blue eyes seem to stare back at her. Then she blinks and they are green once more." Lily/Narcissa

Voldemort is defeated and everything should be well in the Wizarding World. But it isn't, as Slytherin House finds itself under close watch and striped of all its privileges. (het and femmeslash)

She couldn't remember when she had first foolishly opened the door to him, surprised to see him standing there after all these years. He would come to her in the middle of the night, and she couldn't refuse to him what he needed most. Human contact.

A new Minister of Magic has to be elected and soon an ex-Hufflepuff finds herself in a world of intrigues, lies and blackmail. Nothing highly unusual in the world of politics except for the fact that the war against Voldemort is now over.

It is the year 1982, one year after Voldemort's defeat. A new Potions teacher arrives at Hogwarts, much to the dislike of Professor Minerva McGonagall, who doesn't trust him. She seems to be right, as soon rumors about Dark Arts at Hogwarts spread.

The year is 1980 and the date is December 25th, everything seems to be going remotely well for the good part of the wizarding world. But in another corner of it three Death Eaters share a Christmas full of memories, too much wine, hope and humour.

Two people with a life full of regrets share a secret that if discovered, will mean their deaths. But it's their only way to go on living.

"You think you don't deserve this. You're right. You're innocent. The only mistake is your heritage. You don't know this and you wouldn't understand if you knew. If there's any justice in this world and God exists you'll go to Heaven."

"Some may judge me to be dumb. Some may say that Herbology doesn't prepare them for what they will face on the battlefield. I agree. But it's not only Herbology I teach them." Professor Sprout muses about her place in the world.

He could never be free in that one night of the month. If he were, he would be fulfilling his most urgent needs: the need for food and the need for blood. And he could not allow himself to listen to this voice in his head - ever. But once he nearly did.