"I'm sorry." "You say that a lot." "I feel it a lot."
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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀...
Books and Movie based storyline with my own twist
Mature Themes
Swearing and Fictional Violence
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*I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER*
(OLD) STARTED 24/3/21
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It's as true as the knowing that the sun will set and rise every day, that every variant of Tate Black and Harry Potter will find one another, and fall for each another, that in every universe that consists of them, they will soon be reunited, for they are simply made to be together.
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Summary!
Across the cobbled path, pass the murmuring stream, and hidden behind the guarding soldiers that stand so tall, sheltering all of the below, whilst it plays a gentle orchestrating tune; an enchanting sympathy. Where their leaves dance to an unheard beat, but with your eyes closed, you would think just for a moment you could hear the songs that the shadowy birch plays, whispering them through the gentle breeze.
Once through the memorising music, and away from the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground, you'll find a silhouette of something grand, perhaps it's a dream. Let your eyes adjust to the brightened hues, and the dream will blossom into a home.
Perhaps you'll hear laughter through one of the open windows, or perhaps you'll smell the scent of freshly baked cookies as it sits on the kitchen window sill. Perhaps you'll even step foot into the home, through the painted blue door, and into the hallway where magical pictures hang. And maybe you'll laugh, or maybe you will just smile as you watch the pictures dance, and see the love the family within this cottage shares.
Lay your right hand on the creamed walls, and maybe, just maybe, you will feel the magic within the walls, maybe you'll feel the love, or maybe, just maybe, your smile will turn into a frown, and your brows will knit together as you feel a sudden cold rush down your spine.
You'll take another look at the pictures, and only see images of three, sometimes another family of redheads appear, but mostly its just a trio, a scarred man with a softer looking one along with a happy child, but take a step closer, don't be scared, or perhaps you should be when you see the eyes of the happy child. Maybe you'll see the trauma, maybe you'll see the hurt, maybe, just maybe, you'll realise that no one was truly okay, not after the two sickening men destroyed their world.
