She could go all day saying why she loves him this much, why she loves his darkness – and his lightness – and how good he made her feel, but she would just say she fell in love, like people fall for silly jokes and how rain falls on a rainy day. She just did. (x)
Tag: hp fanfic
Avada Kedavra Anonymous by Speechwriter
No one missed Riddle’s pale fist tightening around the useless wand in his lap. “I am Tom,” he ground out. “I am here for the sole reason that the alternative was community service.” / Hermione moderates a post-Avada Kedavra support group. Chaos ensues.
persephone's corner 