Mistress Siana

The deepest desire, the one craving written onto the surface of the very soul is never altruistic. It is what self is; the blueprint, the essence. Snape, Dumbledore, the Mirror of Erised, odd explanations, odd style, general oddness...

What is worse, to remember nothing or to remember everything? The war is over and Severus and Bellatrix are living their hell.

"The old question arises again. What is a life worth? Potter's is an army. And some are not even worth the try." Betraying your friends is one thing. Selling their children is another. Severus Snape muses about 'his' Slytherins.

At the end of the war, Lucius waits for what is unavoidable.

"When Harry awoke, the man that had rescued him was almost dead..."