Kiss, fight, join the revolution.

Three phrases that bombarded the ears of teenagers at the ripe age of sixteen although, some were luckier than others. Some were on the opposing side, their families lurking in the dark, supporting the terrible darkness that had swept over Britain and was encompassing their minds completely with worry and dread.

Bella Narcissa Malfoy, a snarky, quick-witted and short-tempered sixth-year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry belonged to an old and noble family who shared her icy blonde hair and piercing grey eyes.

With two incredibly determined and not necessarily good-hearted parents she and her brother were taken with them onto the side of the death eaters where people had to tread lightly and constantly felt like they were teetering on a tightrope made of glass, too scared to make one wrong move.

At Hogwarts, Bella feels like that too, constantly worried that her friends would find out about the horrors her family was involved in that was until she found her perfect match, someone whose wit could finally keep up, the running argument she had been wanting for years was finally here and was slowly developing into something more...shit.