Little Lost Lies

Little Lost Lies

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
"They had to think he was dead. They wouldn't listen to me if I tried to explain them." She was right. I wouldn't listen to her explanation neither - my need to make him burn to death would be bigger, but my anger was much more under control now. But not then. He, the man who destroyed my and everybody's lives, killed their loved ones, made them suffer - everybody would want to kill him. They did. And yet, he proved that peaceful life with him on this planet is actually possible. He proved that everybody, even deadly, heartless Lord Voldemort could be healed, his pieces reunited and his life remade. But this isn't his story actually. I, Sangha Tennant, the impossible one, am Hogwarts student with mission to discover big secrets to me while keeping a little, unimportant - at least from my point of view - for me. It would be much easier if others didn't know what I needed to and weren't keeping it away from me under all costs. Fanfic based on J. K. Rowling's books
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He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

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