Monday, June 3rd 1996
A curly haired witch is burning a house down
and she doesn't regret a thing.
Two souls stop fighting and a now lonely
heart is left to his own beating, unconscious,
in wonder."Remus, you know I didn't trust them."
"I'm sorry Alastor, but we can't leave her here."
"They said they were safe! How could this happen?"Rescued from the ashes, the non-responsive body of a girl is held into a man's arms.
"Has she got any relatives?"
"I think so, Molly said she's got an aunt."
"Good, but remember: she doesn't have to find out."That night a young girl was taken away from her home, destined to obliviousness
about everything that's in the past.
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FARMACON: Lorenzo Berkshire
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