'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER EIGHTY; eternal valentine, how am I to love... if not with you?
[ JUNE TWENTIETH, 96' ]
Harry Potter,
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'Two pale figures ache in silence Timeless in the quiet ground Side by side in age and sadness I watched and acted wordlessly As piece by piece you performed your story Moving through an unknown past Dancing at the funeral party Memories of children's dreams
Lie lifeless Fading lifeless Hand in hand with fear and shadows Crying at the funeral party I heard a song and turned away As piece by piece you performed your story Noiselessly across the floor Dancing at the funeral party'
Harry gazed blankly at the back of Parvati's head again, wishing he possessed her affinity for Divination and could somehow see through the back of her head onto the answers. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands so that the glowing red of his eyelids grew dark and cool:
He was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last... The black door swung open for him as usual, and here he was in the circular room with its many doors...
Straight across the stone floor and through the second door... patches of dancing light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanical clicking, but no time to explore, he must hurry... Why, he didn't know, wasn't there ever a time more convenient than his History of Magic examination?
He jogged the last few feet to the third door, which swung open just like the others... Once again he was in the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres... His heart was beating very fast now... He was going to get there this time... When he reached number ninety-seven he turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows...
But there were shapes on the floor at the very end, two paler figures moving upon the floor like a wounded animal... his stomach contracted with fear — excitement...
A voice issued from his own mouth, a cold, high voice empty of any humanity, "Take it for me... Lift it down, now... I cannot touch it... but you can... "
