He gives me a callous glance. I stare at him through the snowflakes whirling in the air. Lights of blue-violet colours streak his sharp jawline and eye sockets. Within the snow clinging into our hair, a wave of an indescribable emotion strikes my soul, in the warmth of this frigid weather and the fervor of his serene dim lakes of eyes.
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A Flurry Of Crimson
FanfictionMany were born with pure blood, but not all were born with precious, pure and powerful blood. Of course, the Dark Lord wasn't any less thoughtful to not have another plan when Harry Potter was so close to destroying him. Given to his hands, Astori...
