Storms
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"I was always curious why does your family have that tradition." Rodolphus said. "Grandfather said it's because even if we are apart we can look at the sky and find each other." Bellatrix told him gently, so unlike her. The marauders, The black family, The Malfoys and the Lestranges once had good days too. Their life was once filled with happiness before war ruined everyone. Contains couples from my book 'MISUNDERSTOOD' as well as Canon couples And one shots for the Marauders and the noble house of black. Romance,Friendship,Family,Happiness and tears
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