‘How dare you make a suggestion as to what I need’ she spat ‘you know nothing of what I need or of what I want’ she snatched her cloak up and stormed to the front door, Severus was quick on her heels. He didn’t want her to leave, he desperately wanted her to stay.

"What was happening, this wasn’t the way things were supposed to work, her boyfriend dies and she ends up in the arms of the least likely member of the Order. What will they say when we arrive together, what will they think, what will they whisper?"

"The scar lines that ran down Draco’s face looked purple in the natural light and the malicious glint in his eye sparkled as he smirked and crossed the rubbish strewn stream"

"I can’t keep playing this role!’ he shouted again, he didn’t know where the sudden anger was coming from. He wasn’t really angry at her, he was irritated at himself, his endless selfishness for leading her along. He didn’t want to tomb her along with himself in this doomed life he had forged"

"I turned to stone, enclosing everything I had ever loved and barring everything else, for years. And then you arrive on my doorstep, seeking out my company alone to get away from the grief of someone you’ve lost. I see so much of myself in you"

"A loud bang at the window made them both start, Severus grabbed Hermione’s wrist without searching out the source of the crash and began to pull her towards the living room to the hidden room but she pulled out of his steely grasp and ran to open the window"

"But all he could think of was how to burn all these smiling images away, he wanted to get rid of the exposed teeth, the pulled back lips of smiling students, the bell like sounds of laugher piercing his ears. The sights of the dancers twirling on strings that leered at him from the light"

"Ginny lay sleeping silently next to him, one hand gently resting on her bump. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and he put his hands over his eyes, trying his hardest to remember what he was dreaming about"

"There was still so much she didn’t understand, about Severus, about his life before she had met him. The thought addled her for a moment, then she closed the door and returned to the sleeping Severus, a crease still etched into his brow"

The lights were off in the house; it seemed that no one was home. He stopped at the gate, straining his eyes in the darkness for any sign of life. The wind died for a moment, and behind him he heard the eerie slither of a cloak brushing the grass.

"If it were possible to freeze a single second in time and keep it in a safe box forever he would have done it. Cut out this moment from time and space and kept it in his hands to re-live forever, until the world fell to ashes and dust around him, he would not have torn his eyes away. Not for one second"

"He raised his head to the ceiling his eyes were shut tightly, as if the sight of the room would provoke his loss of control further. Ginny could hear the sounds of his teeth grinding over the snaps of power bursting from him"

"I would rather watch the world burn to cinders then say that I loved you’ Severus replied"

"The door opened wider, her throat closed up as she saw a beastly pair of grey eyes glinting within the blinding rays of light spilling onto her face"

"It was now or never, he had thought, now was the time to not only save the wizarding world but himself from certain destruction. Everyone else would be safe, only he would be put at risk, and if he was sure to die, he would take Voldemort with him through that shadowed valley"

‘The last one was like you too’ he said.

"Harry gripped his wand all the tighter in his hand as he stepped closer to the werewolf, he twirled his wrist without Greyback seeing. And where his holly and phoenix feather wand had been now shone a long silver blade"

"Perhaps we were never meant to be Granger, perhaps this time was never supposed to be ours"

'The scream sounded again, and her stomach dropped as again the feeling of déjà vu spun in her head, she ran towards the burrow where the shriek was coming from. The edges of the house were hazed and watery, as if she were within a stroke painted canvas'

"No spell, no matter how powerful could possibly bring back the dead. You know that, silly to ask really. Because you’re not dead, not really, you’re just kind of lost. And I’m the one that has been sent to make sure you get back safely’ she smiled"

"Hermione never dreamed she would be in this spot again so soon. Beneath that old oak in the garden of the burrow"