He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

Humans know them as the 'Deathly Hallows' I know them as mine. I am the Grim Reaper, and I'm taking back what belongs to me.

Eleanor Parkinson returns to Hogwarts for her sixth year, challenged with a vulnerability she needs to prove wrong and a new authority she needs to establish. That's easy. However, this year she's challenged something else: Tom Riddle who clearly isn't an open book. Eleanor accepts that challenge and when the silence between them after years of a seemingly calm competition is broken, she begins to crave another side of him that no one has ever seen. But when secrets from her family are revealed and she is faced with many difficulties that require her full attention, Eleanor realizes Tom is a distraction that's caused her life to meet a point where she has a dangerous choice to make: She can choose him, herself, or take the risk of changing him through her own journey of saving herself at the same time. But either way, neither path will lead her to anything more than a grim ending.

Everything about him was poisonous, his looks, his power and, most of all, his magic. And yet, she knew she would never want him to change, because, for her, he was perfect just the way he was, with this emotionless, dangerous, intoxicating way of doing magic. If you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that she knew he wasn't capable of loving and he knew she wasn't going to try and change him. And yet, if you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that the answer depends on what you expect. She knew that he couldn't love, she accepted that he didn't care, but she would die to make him understand.

DISCONTINUED. In which the quiet, witty and observant, Ravenclaw prefect takes a particular interest in the strangely polite, handsome Slytherin star. She'll soon realize that evil isn't always presented with hideous, distorted features 一 rather it takes the form of dark haired boys with charming smiles. [#31 ff] [#2 on ravenclaw] [copyright © ravenclaws-]

❛ Evelyn's trying to grasp onto the last shreds of her sanity. ❜

❝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 ]

❝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© ]

❝"I want to save them." "You're just saying things that I already know, Nellie." "You're not going to try and stop me?" "On the contrary, my little Witch. I'm going to try and help you."❞ *** Viatorem Atramento: Ink Travellers. That was what Noelle was. Born with the ability to dive into the world of any book, Noelle was ecstatic when she realised the world she truly belonged in was that of Harry Potter. However not everything is as magical as it seems, because very early on Noelle finds out that there are dark forces after her, her abilities, and the world she had begun to breath beyond the yellowed pages. Armed with her knowledge and her super-badass Daemon, it's up to her to stop them ㅡ before it's too late. And if she saves a few souls along the way? Well ㅡ she was a Witch, and she had long since stopped fearing the flames. Who was going to stop her? *** (Set in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.) #4 in HP #9 in HPFF