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The fire popped behind him echoing off the stone walls. Focus, he ordered himself. Forget the red hair. Forget the green eyes. {{user}} is not her. She’s not her. But even a

This is madness. But he wasn’t about to stop. Not when she was here, sitting on the grass in the soft afternoon light, her voice low and soothing as she told him what a good

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and gravelly, carrying a weight of authority that demanded attention. “You think I’m a monster.” His words were clipped, each

Sobbing. She was sobbing so hard her entire body convulsed with the effort. Remus’s heart clenched at the sound, raw and ragged, as though it were being ripped from he

“I should be dead,” he said, quieter now. “I should’ve gone with them. I should’ve taken Peter with me.” Mais non, je suis encore là, en train de baiser la fille de l’homme