It is five years after Voldemort’s defeat at Harry Potter’s hand, but life is not as happy as in the old jazz classics. Are mysteries just doom in disguise? Harry/Ron, Hermione/Snape, Ginny/Tom. Like wine and dark chocolate, slightly disturbing.

Molly Nelson – such a normal name; a tattoo on her soul. But she will never be that innocent girl with pigtails again, no, never. And lo, her freckles are fading. Not your average Molly Weasley fic.

People say I should be desolate, but I can never bring myself to stay locked in my room like some strange Rapunzel, eating cherries and only barely noticing that the salt of my incessant tears takes some of the celestial sweetness away… Remus/Ginny