Real name: April
Member Since: 11/26/2005
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"Man is not an end but a beginning. We are at the beginning of the second week. We are children of the eighth day." ~Thornton Wilder In the aftermath of the second war, nothing has worked out exactly the way anyone thought that it would. The end that everyone sought never came, and life, as they say, went on for the children of the eighth day. A collection of short stories about the lives that were changed by the second war. [Begun before HBP, and therefore AU past OotP.]
In the summer before his sixth year, Harry is saved from Voldemort by a vampire. As he learns more about the vampire and the mysterious Order he serves, Harry is faced with a choice that will forever change his view of good and evil.
If they ever start using fanfic quites for the main page, you should use this one:
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said slowly, his voice raspy with fatigue.
“Like what?” she asked softly, continuing to look at him.
“Like the sun rises and sets in my eyes.”
They say the world isn’t black and white- that there’s shades of grey. My world doesn’t have shades of grey. There’s no light for me. My world is a world of darkness, and it’s merely the texture that changes.
. . .
So I’ll write from my darkness-- inky wet words upon a pale parchment. I’ll write the ugly and brutal truth. I’ll write about hope with no goal. And the magic will take you back. Back to my memories.
Welcome to my world.
[HBP Spoilers][One-Shot] One late night, Hermione receives a letter that changes her life forever. However, when it finally sinks in, she realizes that saying goodbye to the two people who she loved the most, isn't as easy as it was made out to be.