A trap sprung, a battle fought, a home lost. Lured to the Ministry of Magic by falsehoods and visions, Harry is lost across a sea of stars only to stumble from one war into another. All he can do is what he's always done. Survive.
Survival was all Harry Potter knew. He survived the death of his parents. He survived at the hands of his relatives. He survived his magical education and the many attempts on his life. He even survived the end of the world. He didn't know how to do anything else. But he did know one thing. War. War never changes.
Tracey is sick and tired of hearing Malfoy complain about Harry Potter. She wouldn't say she watched Harry more than anyone else but just seeing him live his life proves Draco's talking out his ass. So what's a girl to do but play a harmless game? She just needs a bit of Firewhiskey.