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ARIA I had an odd and disturbing dream. It was nothing like my terrifying vision of Tyrion and me, but it still left my heart wildly pounding and my body tense. In my dream, I was merely an observer. I saw two little, smiling girls, and somehow I knew that it was Harriet and her sister. Harriet had her brown hair tied in a cute ponytail while her red-haired sister's hair was braided. They both wore similar dark-gray dresses with long sleeves, resembling the long robes the coven witches had. They were running through a flowery meadow. Then, they stopped to spin around among the flowers. At one moment, a butterfly sat on Harriet's finger. Harmony tried to touch it, but the butterfly flew away.

Kaynon went to the dresser and found some of Thomas's clothes, as weird as it sounds, he sniffed the man's clothes trying to pick up any scent at all from him only there was nothing. A slight sickly sweet, rotten meat smell wafted through the room suddenly before it to was gone. Kaynon followed his nose to a wall. Probing every inch of the painted paneling, he managed to find a latch just under a picture of Cilyna holding the twins after they were born. He jimmied the locking mechanism and the large picture popped open to reveal shelves of potions and different amulets with a multitude of labels, and that smell? He certainly found it. All the different ingredients that witches and wizards us

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

Even now I still taste her decadent flavour on my tongue, only worsened by the way her scent still clings to this room like a shadow. Holding up the sketch in front of me I’m repulsed by its weak imitation and angered that I am bedevilled even to care. I watch as the portrait bursts into flames in my hands leaving nothing but ash floating in the air. I rise from my desk and look around the room at the many portraits of her face. They repulse me. No palette on Earth can capture the shade of burnt sienna that is her skin or the strands of cedar and mocha that make up her hair. Humans don’t even know of all the colours that make up her eyes and I don’t understand why I fucking care?!

The magic was very powerful, but acted selectively, or rather felt differently. - Please, - Radolyub pointed to comfortable chairs, but the guests did not sit down. Yarsi walked along the walls with curiosity, looking at the numerous pictures in light frames. They resembled colored spots, all depicting single flower buds, not yet open, frozen in anticipation of a new day, when the sun will rise and it will be possible to open up ... And the background of the walls themselves is dark crimson, gloomy, absorbing light. Probably, the students who got here immediately felt uncomfortable and anxious, and the furnishings of the office were designed for this - a massive table by the window, a bare s

In fact, thinking about it, the blame was more on his mind, which couldn't disconnect from the woman who, at that moment, he imagined was sleeping like an angel in a luxurious room in that same property. After consuming half of the water in his glass in a single gulp, Harry walked into the main living room of the house and walked around, paying more attention to the details of the decoration for the first time. The furniture was modern and light, and some spotlights, which stayed on even at night, had been strategically positioned to highlight works of art, such as paintings, sculptures, and a few picture frames showing Kath and people he obviously didn't know.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

I turned the brass handle slowly, the metal cool beneath my fingertips, and pushed the door open. Inside, the Headmaster, a man perpetually encased in tweed, was seated behind his impossibly large mahogany desk, his hands clasped together on its gleaming surface. My eyes, ever drawn to the details, darted to the paintings and framed pictures that covered the wall behind him. They were mostly academic portraits of stern-looking figures, some with ancient-looking scrolls, others with what looked like complicated magical diagrams. It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room.

Author Pov Mature Content Ahead. Within a second, she let out a horrified gasp when Harry picked her up by her waist and harshly slammed her against the bed. Her body bounced a bit but instantly got pressed against the mattress when a giant figure trapped her. Harry placed his both palms beside her head and his face hovered above hers making her snap her eyes open. His words trembled her whole being but what shook her internally were the emotions swirling in his gaze. He looked like a starved beast ready to rip her into pieces. He looked like he wanted to eat her to get rid of the hunger his electric orbs were shooting at her.