He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

Who would've thought that World War III would start with zombies? Finney Blake sure didn't, until his whole world comes crashing down on him. A group of survivors run into him and offer him to come with them. However one of the members of this group would rather leave Finney for dead, that member is Robin Arellano. -120'544 WORDS-

Serem herdeiros dos sobrenomes mais famosos do mundo bruxo era uma grande responsabilidade para dois garotos. Tendo que lidar com a fama e os atos que seus pais tiveram na escola. Vivendo em uma sociedade onde as marcas das almas gêmeas "determinam" com quem você vai ficar. Eles vão ter ignorá-las para viverem o sentimento que nutrem há anos. ©Todos os direitos reservados #10 em Scorbus 20.06.20 #1 em Scorbus 28.11.20

Mesmo que tudo desse errado Scorpius sempre estaria esperando Albus do crepúsculo ao amanhecer.