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The boy looked up at the front of the small house, the windows darkened, quiet. Perhaps, she was sleeping, a dreamless sleep, no pain and not remember the velvet. He laughed, hand swab blood dripping out the corner of his mouth. Blood is now incipient dry, matted stick on the back of his hand, he smiled, looked at the red marks in his arms, feeling the pain.
No, not the pain from the wound, but from deep in my heart, a place where life is nourished lay quietly. He wondered, why back pain is not intolerable, crazy, but just the bitter cold tingling, pain on such paddy rending then disappear promptly not understand the reason.
He blinked, corner of eye hurts, do not fight wand turned out, was not something nice rather than using the curse. I do not want to curse him, he could not kill him self but ... No, I can not ...
Harry smiled, the corners of his lips twitched slightly in pain.
He looked pretty lights albums at her, still look like the first time they met. In his cursory eye image fields, the mountains stretching outside Express train, the bustling corridor, the pitch angle of the roof where the snow than in the past, the dark forests, the lightning as torn space ... Overwhelmed heart Hermione shook violently, she felt breathless and almost wanted to cry.
Hermione screamed in hoarse voice, her cries echo in the dungeon and then bounced back, creating a sound so dramatic and horrible.
"No ... Hermione ..."
Hermione said as breathing.
Already two years have passed, Hermione seemed perfectly acceptable Draco and Harry ignores his indignation, the two of them, despite fate take its place, just to keep the enemy exist.
Draco loves Hermione, love. Apart from selfishness and evil, he can fully to Hermione a happy life. Harry thought, pretty lights albums just her alive, then where and with whom to live well. Knowing she was somewhere in this world is a strange vigor, he got up after the attack. pretty lights albums
Sitting in front of the mirror, looking at Hermione's face was pale and his sadness. Gorgeous bridal gown does not inspire any bit of air where the girl in the mirror. Her eyes lost in the distant realms, unknown.
Harry looked up, stared at the happiest girl today. She, who I love.
Harry's eyes blurred as he does not feel the flaming fence surrounding sound, and can not control his senses, all seemed paralyzed. He had imagined this scene dozens, hundreds, or thousands of times: Hermione brilliant white gown, step by step down the aisle in music, applause and joy or happiness radiating throughout space, from lofty dome to the white walls of red roses. And today, Harry was seeing him but Hermione pick up where last journey, he is not.
Wine makes everything screams stopped. Harry lunged, knocked out Draco Hermione.
Draco gritted teeth, white-faced.
At that moment, Harry let Hermione out, hands clutching his chest, breathing interrupted. He fled swaying Hall, Harry did not want to fall down here, in front Draco.Hermione veil flew overhead, chasing Harry. pretty lights albums
"Hermione ..."
The groom turned up in a white suit laugh hysterically. Harmony with his laughter, gentle wind still Outing, natural motion in the free state, peaceful, affordable things accidentally and human suffering can not draw on the same space. Draco's eyes were no longer cold, sharp every day, now it's pretty lights albums muddy and resentful. Again, his wand area in front of two people.
Ron grabbed pretty lights albums Draco, his character falls off the pitch. But Draco did not answer, he looked dull light blue halo surrounds continue to take Harry and Hermione. Slowly, slowly, gradually dangerous blue to yellow sparkling, wide-eyed Hermione, Harry's body warming.
"You idiot, why are you crying, he was fine, the bride is not crying!"
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