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Rowena wasn't sure quite where everything had all gone wrong. Well, she knew it had to be something to do with osculation. Everything that went wrong in her life had to do with osculation, although this was the first time it had been the word itself that was the problem.

"When you can't walk, you crawl, when you can't do that - " "You find someone to carry you." Done for the Friends That Carry You Challenge on hpff.

She caused the death of only two people, although that in itself is miraculous. She distorted the memory of a very decent man. And she was not human. Not sapien. But very, very sentient. Rating for safety.

The secret Salazar has been choking on for weeks will stay hidden no longer... This is the truth. Rating for safety.

After a mission gone wrong, two men are trapped in a deserted Muggle building, one of them mortally wounded. What happens then sheds light on the true nature of friendship, love, and hope.

...I pound my hands on the wall, ignoring the blood running from them. "We were friends!" He can't hear me now, he's too far away, but I can't stop screaming. "We were friends! We were friends!"

For most people, I have always stood for the opposite of what he does, for all that is good and strong and right, and he is selfish and greedy and evil... but I have made him what he is.

The others brought their own things to the table: bravery, loyalty, fidelity, intelligence, wit, cunning, faith... But I was the one with the dream. I was the one who made it happen.

Some things bring out the best of the evil people, and the worst of the good. Prejudice does not exclude compasion. Bravery does not banish callousness. Rating for safety.

Some friendships last minor squabbles. These outlasted prejudice, betrayal... even death.

Isn't there any way of putting yourself back together? Yes, but it would be excruciatingly painful. Why? How do you do it? Remorse.

I was falling. The first time I saw him, I was falling. Before I knew it, I was falling.

Dandelions say a lot more than words ever could. Onshot, Helga/Salazar.

All these years, I have lingered, neither dead nor alive...I have paid for my sins, in tears and regret...If only there was a way to take them back...

The choice between Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't come as he sat under the Sorting Hat, nor when he stood, as good as alone, on the tiny island at night. Not for him.