Its a matter of life and death. The only people who can help you are those that can destroy you. What do you do? [cover by @luciangemini]

❝The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?❞ Life can change in just a single moment. Diana Riddle felt it, as did the rest of the world. This was the beginning of the end. No longer was she a child; she was a warrior, a leader. She was the savior. In the midst of a war, now without her beloved mentor, she travels this road alone. To destroy Tom Riddle--it was what she was born for. Before she goes, though, she vows to die with memories, not dreams. To live before she dies. She has people to fight for now. Friends and family. She has something to live for, even if it's only for a short time. So she was going to fight. She was going to destroy what destroyed her, in the end. This is the end. The end of a war. The end of Diana Riddle. [ SEQUEL TO 'RUINS' - completed ] [ deathly hallows ] [ harry potter ] [ written by heidi // 2016 ]

it started on a ferris wheel. it ended on a cliff. [lowercase intended]

❝There's a darkness on the edge of town...❞ There was a darkness coming. A war to end all wars, an evil that was rising with nothing that could stop it. The Order of the Phoenix was reassembling, and this time, they have a weapon far greater than anything they could've produced; a weapon that would defeat Lord Voldemort. A weapon no one knew about. Her. [ book 1 - completed ] [ order of the phoenix - half-blood prince ] [ harry potter ] [ written by heidi© ]

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.