I Recall Late December

Time for Harry seems to move slowly, with the strings of past uncoiling, the ones he never thought would need to be. There are voices of people walking down, talking about themselves around him but the voices of his past are louder, they are clearer and rising from their years long sleep.

~A winter morning. A beautiful dream, same blue eyes and a haunting past. It's a tale of love uncurling itself after years of heartbreak.

Or where each chapter is inspired by some quotes I read (:

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