Dewi

I always told myself that I would never depend on anyone. I would find my Prince Charming. I just didn’t mean that if my Cinderella dress snagged a hole, I couldn’t find the means to sew it up myself. I know that not everyone has a happy ending and I know that happy endings don’t always last. I just refuse to wither up and die if it happens to me.

"He was quickly ushered into the house, where all his friends and family were waiting for him. It was July 31st, 2005, and as such, was his twenty-fifth birthday. Mrs. Weasley had insisted in giving Harry a proper celebration, as the war had only ended a few months ago and there had been no time to celebrate before." Harry/Draco

"They’ve asked me to speak for you. For you. As if you’re still alive and it’s merely another award celebrating your person. I wish with all my heart that was it. But now a path has formed down the center of mourners, red faces and blood-stained eyes all looking to me, as if I am Moses and have come to save them from this sea of agony. How can I save them if I can’t save myself?" -- Lily Potter's funeral from the eyes of a friend.

“What do you mean, he said no...?”``Harry scowled up at Ron’s incredulous face. “ I mean, he said no.” His scowl deepened as he took on Snape’s voice, “’Patience is a virtue you should learn to cultivate, Potter.’ Patience, my arse,” he muttered, as he concentrated on not listening to the distantly roaring rain on the outside of the castle walls.

'Do you mind if I sit here?``I jumped slightly; I hadn’t heard anyone’s approach and I hadn’t expected one. There really was no need for me to look up, so I didn‘t. Not only would I recognize that voice anywhere, but he’s the only one who knows of my sacred haven. Percy/Oliver slash; sequel to 'Amative Pain'

'I can’t believe I’m doing this. I really can’t. This is my place. My haven, my sanctuary. Not a place to share with just anyone. Even if it is him.' Oliver/Percy slash