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"Ouroboros" Ouroboros They didn’t see him; he had made sure of that. The moment they had walked in, he had sunk down even further into the overstuffed seat in the booth he was seated at. Snatching up the newspaper beside him, he had held it up over his face too, just to be sure. Why he didn’t think to u"Ouroboros"
by *northangel27
JadedThey stood watching the burning lights in the sky for much longer than they should have done. Rain was starting to sift down. The flaming beasts were sputtering and fizzling. But they wouldn’t go out. You couldn’t extinguish Foe Fire.Jaded
In the wake of the flaming creatures, half-blurred with heat-haze, Severus could make out figures on broomsticks, wearing the ivory masks of the Death Eaters. In a surreal state of calm, he counted them. Five. Two were stooped like old men, and must have been the fathers of Avery and Lestrange; one was slight and skinny, with long, white-blonde hair streaming out behind her; one was built
by *ls269
The FallThe chimney was full of echoes and bats. It led from the fireplace in the fourth-floor corridor all the way up to the roof, and at night – they disappeared in the day, for some reason – there were metal rungs fixed into the brickwork so that, if you were reasonably thin, you could climb.The Fall
Severus liked bats. He liked the way they careered and flapped, like mad scraps of silk in a storm. And they only ever made their homes in deserted places. Bats were a good guarantee that you wouldn’t have to encounter any people.
He was half-way up the rungs that led to the roof. It was a long way to fall, and his h
by *ls269
One Last TimeOne Last TimeOne Last Time
“This is the third time you’ve tried to find me, despite the fact that I’ve told you not to, Lily. What am I to make of that? Do you truly care so little for your own safety?” She was always amazed at moments like these how his eyes would grow darker, with all the appearance of being even more unreadable than they normally were, but to her they were like open books.
She knew him that well.
He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t conflicted. He wasn’t even afraid. He was terrified,
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