Young Love.
Safe In Your ArmsThis is a sequel to my other One-Shot: On Deaths Doorstep, written in Hermione’s point of view, a missing moment from Deathly Hallows.Safe In Your Arms
Safe In Your Arms
I'd never felt more content in my entire life, I was warm, loved, and happy. I had no idea where I was, but I found myself not particularly caring, I was safe here. Images of Ron flickered in front of me, and I smiled as I took in all of his features; His beautiful red shaggy hair, glistening in the sun, his dopey smile, I loved him, all of him. Images of my parents, smiling down at me, they were happy, I could tell. Never had I felt so at peace; w
On Deaths DoorstepOn Death’s Doorstep.On Deaths Doorstep
All five of us stood trembling, in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, I stared at Bellatrix, who was holding the sword of Godric Gryffindor tight in her hands, examining it thoroughly. I was shaking uncontrollably with fear, in realisation of what was happening, not allowing my mind to wonder about what was going to happen to us. I turned my head as far as I could to my right, looking past Harry and at Ron, who also looked terrified. My eyes began to fill with tears and I struggled slightly against my ropes, all I wanted to do was hold his hand, and now I feared I may never have the chance to tell him how
Untitled 2'It's cold and its dark, I'm trying to fnd my way out, My heart shattered, into tiny shards,Untitled 2
it can never be mended I can no longer be fixed.
Oh what a waste, a glorious waste of my time, as I sit here at night, memories slicing away at my skin, And I begin to wonder - Is it worth living on?
I must be nothing without you -
and empty shell, eroding slowly beneath December's spell, trapped in my feelings and I cannot hide -
my longing to cross this endless devide.
As i sit at my windowsill, and it's raining outside, &nbs
Sorrowful SirenWhen beauty has died in the world And roses wilt as you admire their delicacy.Sorrowful Siren
When sunsets fall upon drowning shores; with the loom of angry clouds, glowering to the opposite horizon.
All these reflections of my heart could not express the war of destruction that wages within my breast.
My forgotten devil rages against my conscience, demanding that which it had lost to my once beloved harpy.
Yet my bashful cherub still commands this captainless ship. And you, my siren, draw me on though you would never wish to.&nb
Her.
AHHHH!
Joy
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