Six months into their unlikely guardianship, Harry surprises Snape with breakfast on his birthday. A quiet morning, a shared meal, and the kind of warmth neither expected to find in the dungeons.
A mystical dream encounter with Harry Potter in the ancient Temple of Artemis profoundly impacts Voldemort, awakening a change of heart. He abandons his dark ambitions, disappearing from the wizarding world, and eventually emerges as a force for good.
"He's gone, Harry," Professor McGonagall said gently, voice thick. Harry nodded, saying nothing. What could he say? Severus was gone, and now Harry would never see the light at the end of those tunnels again.
Harry wasn't the only one hurting from Sirius' death. Neville was, too. Harry's scream kept ringing in his ears, and worst of all, a terrible guilt seized him. He could have saved Sirius Black, if only he was brave.
Harry was feeling very sad when his teacher threw away the card he had made for his mother. At night, when he couldn't sleep, he had an idea: he could make another one! After all, his mother should get something from him, shouldn't she?
Harry has gained an unexpected interest in potions, but that does not stop him from blowing cauldrons. To counter that, Harry throws himself headfirst in studying the theory. Ironically, he just keeps getting worse, and Harry can't figure out why. Umbridge is another obstacle, as is Professor Snape. Or is he?
When Aunt Marge goads Uncle Vernon to 'use a firm hand', Harry feels that it's best to run away. Is it, though, when Harry has nowhere else to go? And what's this about Death, and what does Harry have to do with it?
John is an ordinary muggle scientist with a humorous personality and a positive attitude until the world turns dark. Suicide rates are rising, and it's John's responsibility to research the cause. But how can he do that when he's not feeling all that good, himself?