Dulce et Decorum est, Pro patria mori it is sweet and honourable to die for one's country. She doesn’t think it’s fair to die, but now that it’s happening, she wouldn’t mind it just being a little quicker, please? Ginny Weasley, on her death bed.

Madness runs in the family. He’s known this he’s always known this. In his final days, Draco lives. Rated for Mature Content, Language, etc.

And when she finally falls, she hopes that neither time, nor water, will ever wash the blood of her hands. [Parvaticentric angst.]

The world is in ecstasy. The parades never end, the songs never finish, and the laughter never dies. He can’t stop himself from doubting the truth behind the joy. He’s too used to hating, and fearing for him to believe anything anymore.

“Only powerful wizards driven by powerful emotions can cast an Unforgivable spell. Doubly so if the wand is not your own.” Moody had said. The irony, you now realize is that you lost faith in Gryffindor. An angsty, twisted HitWitch!Lavender oneshot.RR

She can understand that he will never be hers, but that doesn’t stop the pain. An AU TheodoreGinny with refrences of TheodoreDaphne and BlaiseRon mentioned only in passing.