He knows there are other people here. He knows, but he can's see them- he can only hear them sometimes. He wonders if he's imaginging them, and then one will be dragged past, limbs trailing and pale, no more noise, no more torment for them, one less reminder that *he's* still alive ( Read more... )

He travelled mostly at night, mostly as Padfoot, changing back only when the need for opposable thumbs was unavoidable. It was at such a time when he was spoken to for the first time in weeks ( Read more... )

Snape ( Read more... )

He landed hard on tight-packed sand. The sky overhead was endless, far bigger than it had ever seemed before, and dusted lightly with twinkling stars ( Read more... )