Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. He was a Prince. She was a princess. They did not live happily ever after.

Severus and Lily wait for their next great adventure. Post DH.

After being poisoned in his second year, Harry falls into a sleepless limbo only to wake up years later, older and changed. Harry must now deal with his indifference and the coming of Lord Voldemort.

Higher and higher he goes, until the air is sparse and his lungs lack of oxygen. All he wants is to reach it, the blinding light that threatens to swallow him. He never reaches the height of Icarus.

Vivaldi spiraled notes together, allowing it to be eerie from time to time, and beautiful in others. He combined complicated movements together artistically and simply called it his seasons.

What choices do you have left when you have nothing to lose?

[SSHP] You loved autumn. You loved the leaves, you love the wind, you loved everything that it was and is until it befuddled your mind completely.

(HPDM) Harry knows that the relationship will end up horribly, but he lets it happen.

Morning coffee, a sweet addiction tainted by the cold edge of reality.