Fabulous story!

wow. most fics end with a happily-ever-after, but that's not really realistic, is it?

very powerful, good choice writing from Draco's POV. I was surprised at Polaris being harry's son with Cho. so tragic, even for the one child.

wow that was really good.

I mean seriously well written, you aim was sad and you succeded avoiding chiche lines that make it seem fake while keeping the characters mostly themselves.

Thank you for writing this.

That was deep, totally against cannon, but a brilliant piece of writing nontheless. Well done.

even though its not at all cannon anymore this is still one of the saddest most moving stories ive ever read

Wow.

There's really no other word one can use to describe this story...

-Aliza

Beautifully written. The characters have changed, but not implausibly; you carry on the story very gracefully.

Great writing - I rarely expect to see work of this quality in a fanfiction.

Wow. That was... deep... sad. Bitter, very bitter. Beautiful, too, in its own way. I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you.

Powerful writing ... and a very somber ending to the whole saga. But it's well thought out and certainly plausible, especially Voldemort "punishing" each Order fighter according to their vows to protect The Boy Who Died. I'd love to see a followup where the blind man does tell the scarred woman he loves her!

I have read this before, and reviewed it elsewhere, I think, but I cannot stop adoring this story. Yes, it is painful, it is angst. But it is also beautiful.

Absolutely chilling. You're an excellent writer - I keep on coming back to your work, and, much like I do with Pratchett, see something more in it every time.

Wow. so much bitterness packed in one solid pounch. And that last lne was a stroke of genius.

Wonderful oneshot.

all i can say is WOW. you have no idea how long i've been trying to find a story featuring draco as a decent person WITHOUT slash or anythign X-rated. loved it!

This story is amazing. It's so angsty and powerful! Good job!

I think I'll go cry now.

All I can do is echo the words of those who came before me...although very fervently, may I assure you.

"We are all punished by the words we speak."

How delightfully ironic.