In the last years of Voldemort's reign, more than one child lost their family. Amongst those poor souls, one child was not like the others. One child didn't lose their home to Voldemort, but to Albus Dumbledore. When you can't trust your own mind, how do you know right from wrong? What wouldn't you do to survive? Who wouldn't you kill or betray? And how do you fix your mistakes?

Do you believe in fate? There are some things in this world that don't happen by chance. He didn't want her. She didn't want him. But they have to be together. How long will the torture go on before they fall in love?

"I know what it's like to think you'll never succeed." She said quietly. "You have no bloody idea," Draco snapped. "Why do you care? I'm horrible to you." It was a simple question, without a simple answer. Simplicity was no more. Had it ever existed?