Harry wakes up in Las Vegas to find a woman laying in his bed. All is well, until he see's she's wearing his family ring. HxP, DxHr. *PLEASE READ A/N.*

Destiny was proud of where society was heading, and glad to let them believe that they had "control" of their situation. For now, Destiny would gladly sit back and be that invisible hand gently guiding society to where it needed to go, while at the same time ensuring control was still being kept. After all, control is always imperative.

A short vignette series. Snapshots in time.

Harry was a fool, and now he just wants her to come back home. Songfic to Come Back Song by Darius Rucker

"I don't what it is I must've done in a past life, or who I must've done the right thing for, but someone above saw it fit for me to find my soul mate and I am eternally grateful"

Just a short drabble about the aftermath of Harry's night

I feel myself getting weaker, it's getting harder to think let alone breathe, but still I show no fear, no pain, or no worry. I am determined to end my life as the monks would have wanted, completely one with my spirit. As I feel the last vestiges of life start to slip away, my eyes snap open, yet I only see white.