Draco shivers as they pass through the doors of Azkaban- invisible, made of magic so strong it that makes his teeth rattle in his head. He tastes blood. Perhaps the blood is real. “We made our choice.” Snape’s wand presses into the small of Draco’s back, halfway between a caress and a jab. Draco can remember: trees, mud, pain- running. And here is ( Read more... )

Eh. Well. I'm writing original stuff now (well, making the half-arsed attempt, shall we say), and no, I really don't think I'm going to be getting back into fandom in the old way. But simply for Old Times' Sake & because lots of you lot poked me for Tomfic & the fact that HBP=Tom'sBackstoryOMG!, here's a 300-world drabblet type thing. Warnings, of ( Read more... )