Ishafel

Surviving the war was easy. Learning to live again will be much more difficult.

It started with a boy who wanted another boy to like him.

For every end, there is a beginning.

Far away across the field/ The tolling of the iron bell/ Calls the faithful to their knees/ To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

All mankind is of one author and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Two roads diverged in a wood.

There's such a thing as being too British.

That old black magic has me in its spell.

And I who am here dissembled/ Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love/ To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.

Maybe there are no right answers.

Not everyone is cut out to be a parent.

What will be, will be.

When Draco Malfoy was nineteen years old, he betrayed everyone and everything that had ever trusted or loved him. After ten years, he has returned to make amends. This is his story.

Now I see your face before me; I would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips. As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels.

Three things that never happened to Draco. Written for the Leap Day Challenge, 2004.

Fate in a thousand words. For the Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge.

He is a responsibility, nothing more.

Sometimes there is nothing to be sorry for.

There was a time when the future of the wizarding world hung in the balance.

Sometimes love is like a curse.

Because sometimes a sword really is just a sword.

Draco is not good enough.

All those who have died are not mourned, and all those who are mourned did not die. Series of short postwar character sketches, all fit roughly with my story "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables", but can stand alone. Some chapters contain slash. Pansy, Charlie, Snape, Lupin, etc.

Caesar's wife should be above reproach. Lucius/Narcissa

In the end the kindest thing to do for Draco was help him go, and not ask questions.

After the war someone had to put Harry back together again, and not just anyone could have done it.

There was a time when a man's name defined him.

There are ways and ways of saying goodbye. Written in response to OotP.

Trust is a hard word to live with.

There are few things worth killing for. One of them is immortality.

A brief look at the aftereffects of Cruciatus.

There are few things worth dying for. One of them is immortality.

Two men with everything and nothing in common. Two pairs of eyes meeting across a crowded room. A dangerous, unvoiced desire that will, in the end, destroy one of them. Vernon Dursley and Lucius Malfoy, slash implied.