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“Good. I will be in my office all weekend. Should you find yourself planning stupid-Gryffindor exploits, come see me straight away.” -- Snape, "Tempting Fate". Warning: Contains small hints that could be interpreted as the start of Hermione/Ron. Main paring is Harry/Draco.


The thing that I like about angst fic is that you get to see depths of characters, the ends of loyalty, or how deep it actually goes, what it takes to make someone turn around and do something they'd sworn that they'd never do, the depths of love and how much it hurts when someone who's attached is in danger or estranged.

I'm one of those people who likes putting characters through the emotional wringer. I'm so callous to poor Rose, because a) I've gone through some of the same stuff, and b) even when she doesn't know it, I know what's going to happen next and I really can't properly feel for her anymore.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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