The Moon change its Molt and humans their flesh [Bellamione]

/!\Rated Mature because of graphic violence: especially blood, flesh...
No sexual harassement /!\

The roles can be reversed, the wheel turns and destroys the certainties when the forms are modulated and the night devours the silhouettes to make them anonymous. The darkness confuses faces by swallowing them up. It is easy to be misguided when the light sucked out bursts into stars on the avenging sky. It will be necessary to compose at the accusing metronome, screams that beat against time on an inconstant measure.

The curtain is up.

This fanfiction has absolutely nothing to do with "Snakes can yowl too" the story takes root during the fifth year of Hermione, the battle at the ministry takes place here in 4th year and Sirius was not present, there were no deaths during this battle.

Sorry if the writing is substantially the same, I always liked this side... Power relations and demonstration of power.

The characters, the context, are at J.K