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The Muggle and the Witch Chp.6Reaping of Secrets
Her father never responded to her letter, nor did he come home for Christmas as promised. His letters became a rare occurrence and even then they where as blunt as ever. She started to place orders for fresh copies of The Daily Prophet, needing to know what was going on back home since her other news source had cut her off completely. The paper only told her so much and even then she didn't trust it, since the publishings where policed by the Ministry.
She couldn't bring herself to be mad at her father, let alone hate him for it. Something told her he had his reasons, she could see it in her mother's eyes when she told her his newest excuse for not coming home. Lily only hid her sadness and prodded her mother with questions, trying to find the real reasons why he stopped writing and why he wasn't coming home.
Yet Ginny only told her daughter what Harry wanted her to know, nothing more. Anything more would endanger her. She would understand that soon enough.
The Reawakening Chp. 5Royal's Melancholy
A large fire burned in an ornate fire place, trimmed with brocades of gold and tiles of deep red hues. Heavy black curtains hung over large windows, forbidding the brightness of day from entering. The only source of light came from the fire within the room, as was common in most rooms of the Fire Nation Palace. The room was very decorative and formal and above all dark.
A large plush chair sat in front of the fire, a hand shriveled with age hung across the chair's arm. Long manicured nails flicked across one another, impatiently waiting for a messenger's news. The chair's occupant, adorned in red robes of silk, had waited years for this.
Was the witch's prophecy true? Or was it all just an elder who had lost her wits?
The truth would arrive soon and with it the aged royal's destiny. She had waited nearly a hundred years. She had betrayed and killed, securing her place in hell for a few more years of life, a life that had already become her hell.
The strength and beau
The Moon In His SkyAll his life he was never alone, he always had someone with him, a father, a friend, a lover. Now even though friends surrounded him he couldn't help but feel more alone then ever. It was because his lifelong friend and new found lover now lay dead in the ground; it was because she was gone.
He had once heard his father say that he was nothing without her, Robin's mother. He was very young when his mother passed and the memory of his father grieving was a blurred one. But from what he did remember, what his father went through with his mother was exactly what he was going through with Marian. It wasn't until Marian became limp in his arms that he understood the pain his father had endured all those years ago.
Time seemed slow. Painfully slow in Sherwood Forest. Robin went about his usual duties of serving the poor as he did before. Day in and day out he would force a smile on his face for them and they in turn would give him their gratitude, love, and for some the services of their tra
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