Ceitie

A slightly fluffy, rather angsty fic on the L/J relationship, told from Lily's perspective. Mostly, it's about... Love. Destiny. Choices. All that good(and yet supremely painful) stuff.

"Ginny leaned down. She kissed Harry Potter on the lips, kissed him and tasted the salt of his blood in her mouth, tasted his death. She kissed him as the ravens circled overhead, and corpses rotted nearby. She kissed him and hoped for some kind of miracle, knowing all the while that none would occur."

Voldemort has triumphed; the forces of Light have been enslaved. But when the daughter of a Death Eater befriends one such slave, she has the chance to change the world.

"Perhaps what had happened had been foretold, inevitable. Inevitable that he would be both desired and abandoned. Inevitable that he would run, thirsting for something... unreachable. Inevitable that he would be swallowed whole by this strange tortured city of dreams and nightmares. Inevitable that he would prick his arm (not his finger) with the needle. Did the story girl feel this ecstasy of pure honeyed light in her veins, like she was being infused with the soul she had lost? For Draco Malfoy, that was all there was."