The Rosier family is part of the sacred 28. The sick and depraved Slytherin elite enjoy toying with others as a form of pleasure. Draco Lucious Malfoy was what some would call Lethal. He was an act first, think later kind. Theo was a very pretty boy himself, he held this permanent smirk on his face and his curly black hair and face dotted in moles. Pansy had been my best friend for what felt like a lifetime, having grown up around these people, the sacred twenty-eight meant they knew more about my life and what I went through then anyone else. Then there was sweet, sweet Mattheo, honestly he was like an adorable dog. But like, a very angry and vicious one. Unlike Theo and his calm attitude, and Draco's storm of seriousness and precise killing ability, Mattheo was always on the verge of yelling and knocking someone out. How does one navigate life and teach ones self to inhale and exhale whilst the anger inside you is formed by the visual brutality all around you?

Arabella Grey, the apple of her parents eye's. Over achiever, excellent student, and most importantly, center of the Slytherin friend group. Sixth year was supposed to be her escape from home, from her mourning, from the pressures of being a Grey, a time to reconnect with her friends... but there was always him. Her best friend, or was he more?

Dahlia Flamel, has been in shambles since her lost of Cedric Diggory. She thought she would never be the same again, not after a loss like that. Until one night, met by a stranger at the black lake, turns into a party invite, and Dahlia finds her self meeting all new people, including a boy. The whole universe seemed to have known their story from the start. Everyone expect for her. Everyone will try their hardest to keep them apart. Will it stop them? How far will they go to be together?

I don't remember you. But I can feel you. Luna Snape wakes up with no memory of them. Not the boy with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands. Not the friends who once stood at her side. Not the night that changed everything. But the past never stays buried. And the heart remembers what the mind cannot. As she pieces together the fragments of a life stolen from her, she realizes one thing-some memories are dangerous. And some people... never let go.