Ileah

Luna Lovegood's life as head healer in St. Mungo's mystery-shrouded torture ward is stressful, especially when her patients include such pleasant personalities as a battered and vengeful Draco Malfoy; yet when a friend from her past demands to interrogate him, threatening not only her hard-earned self respect but also his life, she finds herself absorbed by one of the darkest chasms in the postwar Ministry of Magic. A series of murders carve through the wizarding world, implicating forces that the world thought it would never see again. How can the defense of a man who’s never told the truth be reconciled against the righteous conviction of a man who’s never lied? What remains, when the fall of the world lies within ten strokes of a knife?

In every life, things will be lost; time is one, innocence, another. There comes a time when one must decide whether to face their demons, or bow to them. The war was a cruel one, as if a war could be anything but cruel, and love does not always conquer all. Love can fail, and love can break a person in more ways than one can possibly imagine. Five years later, Virginia Weasley stands at the door. It bears the name of someone that she used to trust, obscured by the passage of time, pain, and the slow, cynical, whisper of betrayal. In every life, things will be lost. The choice is before her; if she does not enter it, her soul may well be one of them. A continuation of When it Rains.

Can a life be summarized in a conversation? Can a soul be found in an afterthought, intentions in a passing glance? The war was won, but the price for victory was steep. It cost some people their lives, some their pride, some their position, some their soul. Five years after the war that shook everything the wizarding world took for granted, things have returned back to normal. Lives are being rebuilt, lost, and earned for the first time. Virginia Weasley knows this. She has moved on; she has let things go. But the man at the bar has not. Perhaps this is why he is so interesting to her. Perhaps the reasons run otherwise. In a broken world, nothing can be taken for granted. She always remembers, when it rains...