aloof_adrift

A boy who has played the clown his entire life. A loud little girl who knows him better. How similar could they possibly be? A reflection on Neville by Ginny.

The last words of the dead are painful. Especially if they're meant for someone else. D/G/H

"I shake my head, the flakes flying off in all directions. I am going to meet her again today, for the first time in five years. And all I can think about was how beautiful she will look in the snow." Ginny Weasley has been absent from Harry Potter's life for five years, and today, he's going to see her again.

"Every look you give me, every fleeting smile you send my way, holds something arcane and dangerous, something dripping with hatred and loathing, but masked with loyalty, and love." Ginny reflects on her failed relationship with Draco.

"It was, as I remember, the winter of the roses. Each day would dawn, and each sun would set, and I would put one more rose in the cracked glass vase on the table beside my bed. There, I would gaze at the roses, until I fell back into the blissful world of innocent sleep. I would dream about the roses, and remember what they were for. No one had ever given me a rose before, and I held onto those roses like a babe holds onto its mother. I needed the roses, just as much as I needed him." A D/G one-shot

Alone, in the dark of Azkaban, Lucius tries to grasp a happy memory before his death. A songfic, based on the song "Midnight".