--She was always there. An eternal forge of hope. Even at the beginning of the retched curses foist upon him she would ignite upon his world a beacon of the life he lost. And over the eons she became more than just a reminder of the identity he struggled …
Her kness dug into the soft, damp ground, a part of her as dead as the boy laying on her arms. Her tears fell no more, her whole world still, the rain driping down marble cheeks as if to try and word the pain of a frozen soul. Harry Potter was dead. After…
Glassy green eyes, wet with tears, stared on as he waved his wand, choked sobs tearing their way out of his throat as he lowered the ornate casket into the ground. A swish and a flick, and the earth covered the casket, sealing it into the ground forevermo…
Harry suffers grievous wounds that make him almost die. Fleur thinks he does and something in her breaks. She shifts into a monstrous and supremely beautiful form that is beggeted to her by her blood, in her fractured mindset she murders a death eater inr…
Fleur Delacour was over the moon. She was set to marry the love of her life, in just a few hours. In a short while, they would stand beneath the moon, her cerulean eyes would meet his emerald green, and they would be tied together in front of their family…