Silver | Hpls

Allow me

Yoooo this chappie is a lil steamy guys

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love is 

an 

infinite power

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** Harry p.o.v**

The nightmares have been exceptionally awful. I wake up in pools of sweat not knowing where I am, not knowing if I'm in hell or my bed. I thought that maybe Hogwarts would make them better, but it's almost as if they have gotten worse. At Around 3 in the morning, I awoke after a quite nasty one and left the dorm careful to not wake up Ron and the boys.

Now I lay on the couch with Joslyn, Me laying in between her legs, my head on her stomach and arms around her hips. My head slowly moved to her rhythmic beating as her long fingers combed through my messy mop of black hair in an effort to calm me. The room was lit up only by the glowing fireplace. My hands were still shaking so I hugged her hips tighter digging my head into her stomach letting her warmth lull me into a serenity I knew was only possible with her.

My hair was slowly pulled back by her fingertips before being released and brushed back again, even though my glasses rested on the table I knew she looked beautiful. Her large silver and blue eyes, plump pink lips parted as she breathed. My heart swelled as my eyes shut peacefully and her soft voice started quietly singing to me

"When I look into your eyes,

It's like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise"

One of her hands moved from my hair to my back lightly scratching it only making me hum in content and she let out a soft giggle. God, I would listen to that sound for the rest of my life if I could. Our legs tangled together as she continued her soft singing.

"There's so much they hold, and just like them old stars

I see that you've come so far to be right where you are

I won't give up on us even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love, I'm still looking up"

And just like that, I was left to a peaceful sleep with the girl I love and the crackle of a fire.

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Joslyn sat on the edge of her four poster bed, the tattered leather journal she had found while in germany was in her hands skimming through the pages looking for anything that would help her... help her with the voices in her head, anything to make her feel normal.

1879 November 11

Just when I think they are gone, they come back. Its less of thee shouting that I grown accustomed too and more of a panicked whisper. I'm starting to understand them, whether it's my own insanity driven mind making up the words or an actual ability, I am not sure. 

I fear once my father discovers of my mental infedelity I will be chucked on to the next cattle car with the rest of the folk whom have been caught with sinful withcraft tendacies. The evil, the voices and the windows that shatter when I lose my temper have only grown out of my control. 

It's a sign of the times, and I must find help. The more dreams I see while awake the more my eyes are coated as punishment of my accidental enactment of sinful dark magic. 

My world is becoming dark, these voices have driven me away from all light I have ever known, if you're reading this, I ask, only for you to remember that this is not me. for the the truest of me had died when I witnessed the tradegy, an was burned by the ressurection of these voices.