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The Ides of March by patronus_charm

 
Rating: MatureStory Reviews: 49
 
Chapters: 6
Words: 14516
Characters: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Horror/Dark, Romance, LGBTQA
Era: Founders
Pairings: Other Pairing, OC/OC
Status: Work In Progress
First Published: 2014.08.26
Last Published Chapter: 2015.07.14
Last Updated: 2015.10.15
Favorite Story Of: 10 users
 
Advisory: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

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The HPFF Dobby Awards: Winner - Best Description (2015)






I, Helena Ravenclaw, roam around the world of dreams and delusions waiting for you to grace me with your presence. I watch you until the sun's rays are drained of light and only your mind shines on. I will love you long after the blood has drained out of my sinews, long after dawn has darkened to dusk.

I exist solely for you.

2015 Dobby Winner for Best Description

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews Read
1 A star riding through clouds.

For it is a disease, strangling away at me so my thought and reason are obscured away.

2523 20
2 Nothing thicker than a knife's blade.

I have been ignorant in the light of wisdom. I have been gluttonous in the light of self-surrender. I have been vanity in the light of the mirror.

2549 11
3 Melancholy were the sounds.

A being which beats for you, Eleanor, which hurls its heart out at the rocks so it can be slain for you.

2077 8
4 Consider things like the stars.

Only in Death will I know what is and finally understand all the answers.

2009 6
5 Love makes one solitary.

There is no point hoping for anything to do with Father though. He is firmly locked away in the life beyond ours, never to return, only to be joined.

2614 2
6 Tear me asunder.

He is ageing away at eight and twenty to my youthful seventeen years. I cannot marry an old man.

2744 2




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