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Up and down she went, the rush of wind through her hair, the sweet smell of freshly cut grass undercut with the slightly putrid smell of the river only a few short blocks off brought back a rush of memories so pure and present that it was almost like reliving every moment of her childhood with each swing.
The wind rushed against her face, pushing her hair away from her forehead, and she remembered all the times she had come here with her sister as a child.
The wind flowed against her back, blowing her hair forward into her eyes, and she thought of all the changes she had started to experience,


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In the dark there was nothing. In the dark there was only cold, there was only emptiness blessed emptiness. He remembered this darkness. He remembered letting it take him, giving himself to it before, years ago. There were ways to summon it certain potions prepared in non-traditional ways; a little more wormwood than suggested, a pinch more deadly nightshade or drop or two of the sickly sweet sap of the poppy flower. One could easily weave a tapestry of midnight shades if they knew what they were doing, and he was not called Potions Master


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Mum
The softly whispered name spoken in that voice broke through the grey haze she had been floundering in more effectively than anything else ever could have. It was Harry, and if ever there was a reason to find the strength to open her eyes it was him. If she did not find it in herself to come back to the world of the living he would be completely and utterly on his own.
Mum, can you hear me ? Mum, please wake up
She needed him to keep talking. As long as she could hear his voice she coul


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He had spent the night at Malfoy Manor, not ready or willing to return to the school, to face all the feelings that were sure to rise to the surface again the moment he saw her, all the numbing pain, and anger. He had spent a restless night and had slept little, and now that morning had come he felt worse than he had the night before.
It was barely eight oclock when he walked into the conservatory, and winced a little at contrast between the dimness of the corridor and the bright sunlit space. Narcissa sat at the little table tucked up next to the glass, a blue silk robe draping
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"Why do we strive for excellence when mediocrity is required?" Paul Arden
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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"In the end only love matters...
It is love that brought the universe into being
and it is love that will transform it...
Love is the Alchemist of the soul."
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Willy Wonka: See children? Everything in this room is edible. Even I'm edible! But that my children. is called cannibalism; and that is frowned upon in most societies
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