Shadow Dancer909

A muggle-raised witch with a shadowy past unknown to her, and a snobby, predjudiced Pureblood girl- they were the last people you would expect to become friends, but on the eve of Voldemort's second rise, they will be thrown together in a desperate, bloody war.

A reflection on the war, and the hero that won it. The narrator is up to you. "So if I want one thing to be remebered about all of us, it is that we were only human."

"The problem with looking just like my father is that everyone expects me to act just like him, too."

Voldemort finally achieves the immortality he had always sought, and realizes he should have been more careful what he wished for. Futurefic.