Shattered Mirror: A Snow Queen Poem
~ by Avellina Balestri A mirror made by demons, finely wrought To bring them sport through Hell’s eternal night And watch the sons of Adam, apple-bought And daughters of Dame Eve, the serpent’s bride Lose…
~ by Avellina Balestri A mirror made by demons, finely wrought To bring them sport through Hell’s eternal night And watch the sons of Adam, apple-bought And daughters of Dame Eve, the serpent’s bride Lose…
Harry and Snape’s conversations became much more literarily focused after the books came into the equation. The boy discovered that this old teacher had quite a hidden passion for the subject, and seemed just a…
Tossing, turning, and the night falling heavily, like a thick mantle of northern cloth. There was no moonlight, not even starlight, just the blackness of raven wings, and the weight of stone hearts.…
The next day, Harry arrived at the shack toting a small wagon behind him filled with a pile of old books with fraying colored bindings and gold embossed lettering. “Alright, what…is all…
Harry and Snape got fairly used to suspiciously observing one another while they ate lunch together over the next few days. It was a strange situation indeed, but Harry kept showing up at the…
When Harry returned to the shack the next day, there was a paper bag in his hand. Snape studied it suspiciously as the boy set it down on the end table and slid it…
Snape was shivering. For hours, he had been shivering. He hated it. It made him look weak. Not that anyone was watching him, not in this place. But he knew it was so, and…
Author’s Note: This story is based upon the Scottish folksong “Three Sisters on the Banks of the Rye”, along with various Gothic fairytales in the spirit of the Brothers Grimm. As such, please be aware the…
Smoke rising, fog rising, breath rising. No, no…not again…not waking up to yet another round of sport…no, no, just let it all melt away with the pain… Snape felt the grip of…
“You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but only I can live forever." But of course, Snape thought. Nothing new under the veil of night. There is always only one winner, in love and…
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