Why was I always the one with bad luck? To have death constantly over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. Danger around every corner in every street.
This is how I live, living in fear of the constant threat of death.
Why was I always the one with bad luck? To have death constantly over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. Danger around every corner in every street.
This is how I live, living in fear of the constant threat of death.
Like every sixteen year old, Max wishes all of her problems would just disappear. But when one problem goes away, another one forms.
Along with Dumbledore's task for the Potter twins, Max finds herse...