Title: The blur in Reality.

Now, I'm usually super bad at updating but I'll try. Already working on the next chappie, ENJOY!

Warnings: Very Au, Slash, cannon-ish at points, violence, blood, torture.

Prologue.

I looked around in horror, how did it ever come to this? Children lay dead all over the floor, motionless, eyes staring upwards glassily.

Students were lying on tables and hastily summoned stretchers, every minute or so, one would go still, abandoned by their life thread. Death was no longer a faraway concept, they had learned that over the course of the last year.

The hour Voldemort had given us was valuable for some people, put I knew my godson would soon be rushing off to him. If I wasn't here, in a coma with people thinking I was dead, I'd be going with him.

Voldemort hated me as much as he hated Harry, if not more. And this, my friends, is the story of why. My name is Iris Black, and this is my story.