If she was honest she had always known there wasn't going to be any happily ever after. She had known it from the very beginning. And still, somewhere deep inside, she had harboured the hope that even in darkness there might exist happiness. Lasting happiness. But darkness is consuming. Darkness is inexorable. And darkness is lasting. Everlasting. *********** This is the sequel to my stories "Poison" and "Perception". Even though it is not necessary to read these first, it is probably useful to know their content :) So please feel invited to have a look at Poison and Perception, if you haven't read them yet!

He said always, she believed him... It's 1938 when the young Clara Pevensie meets the soon to be the darkest wizard ever known; Tom Riddle. When the pair attend Hogwarts together they become closer than ever, and Clara begins to notice that Tom is no longer the same boy he used to be. Each day she is forced to watch as he turns to the dark arts, taking the name Lord Voldemort to break his muggle ties. Their love is forbidden and this pulls them together more strongly than either ever imagined, but does this mean that they will always be together? Not just for Clara but for the wizarding world, it is the beginning of the end. Note: This books needs some serious editing, so please take that into account while you are reading.

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 ;-)

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒊𝒕" There was a time when Lord Voldemort was a kid, forced to live into an orphanage full of people who couldn't understand the young Tom Riddle. There was a time when Lord Voldemort was just a student as many others who attented the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of Hogwarts. There was a time when Lord Voldemort was only human, but he was scared of love and unable to trust anyone. Evelyn Burke was just a simple girl who happened to attend Hogwarts with Tom Riddle. And she was so ambitious to think she could change history.

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.

Chamille Rhodes has had it rough, and nothing will ever be the same again once she's gotten her letter from Hogwarts. From meeting Tom Marvolo Riddle in their first year to falling completely in love with him in their seventh, learning to deal with her faults and his and finding out what true pain and heartbreak really feels like, she rides the hell out of the roller coaster of life. [Okay, seriously my last 'description' was so inaccurate, and this isn't much better. if you have a better one, send it my way.]

Tom Morvolo Riddle. The most mysterious boy in school. The "evil" one. The handsome one that no one could have. The one who couldn't feel. It was spontaneous. I may have been the only one that truly loved him. The only one who could be with him. The only one he would love back. I never thought that this would become of me. The lover of the man who wouldn't be able to love again. I'm Aurora A. Melloark. Do you know how it feels to love someone and them to love you back? Knowing for sure you're destined to be together, then realizing that the world will seperate you and your love. Making sure you never see them again. Making sure you'll never be with them. This is my story. A story of two lovers. With one of them being a dark lord. Let's start at the beginning. When we first met.

Growing up meant realizing the imperfections of the world. The darkness that took forms in pure evil- or a mere boy. She was a simple Hufflepuff with a strong ancestry. He was the Heir of Slytherin, whom could have no love yet would still make her his. But what if losing her was the reason Tom Riddle lost himself...

He was darkness. He was death. He was pain. He was suffering. He was a mystery. One she intended to solve. "You wouldn't kill me, Tom." "Avada Kedavra!"

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.