Severus Snape, a man who has had to suffer much, has more or less resigned himself to a forever lonely existence. But he is given a chance to heal. Trust, however, does not come easily, nor does the belief that he could ever be lovable. A journey full of drama, romance, and passion.

(Post-marauders, Pre-Harry) The year is 1985. After Voldemort's apparent demise at the end of a devastating war, Severus Snape is just trying to get by in a wizarding world he no longer feels he has a place in. Cold and critical, he knows the day will come when his demons will come back to haunt him, but today is not that day. Unknown to her classmates, Isabella Fellstone has a few secrets of her own. Reserved and analytical, she is a star chaser on the Slytherin quidditch team and excellent in potions and charms. Is it really surprising that the blood of Merlin, himself, runs through her veins? When Isabella's talents and recklessness lead to her spending an unusual amount of time with her head of house, will they be brought together by their surprising similarities or will Severus's walls and sour disposition become more than Isabella bargained for? Book 2 completed.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

❝ A dream lead me to you ❞ A ᴅʀᴀʀʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ⚠︎︎ 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 ⚠︎︎ • there will be sensitive subjects mentioned such as; abuse, depression, rape, panic attacks. • a bit of a sad story but I will never write a sad ending (unless I plan to write a sequel). ➪ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸𝑆 • credit to the artist (the cover - I think it's Alex.der on Instagram) • Fred is alive • highest rank - #3 in drarry (TYSM!! <33) 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.

She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.