I think is one of the best characters in the book. Or at least, the more worked. I have a serious problem because not only do I like a man who is mean, evil and spiteful. You adore the actor who plays him (Alan Rickman), who is a man of over sixty years. If drooling every time he appears on screen. Ale, as I said.
But who is without sin cast the first stone. "Nothing has ever felt attracted to someone who lacks any kind of attraction for the rest of the muwhen? You can admit it, I feel a lot better xD
ascend the second chapter of the only long-fic I've written to date "Lies a la carte, if you are interested in the couple SeverusxHermione (I I adore) you can find up to chapter 5 in my account ff.net
Title: Lies a la carte. Cap 2
Gender: Romance / Drama
Rating: K, for the moment
Warnings: None at the moment (: P)
C Summarymp; eacute n going to wake a grumpy Ron to sit in the corner grumbling while swallows any crud that passes through food to achieve? Harry Who urge to get up and continue a fruitless search sumirle merely a well of bitterness and despair?
Who?
For you, Hermione. Because if you do not, nobody will. If you do not pretend that all is wellmp; eacute; crazy.
- Harry, I'll get something to eat
My friend does not answer, is again looking dumbfounded this bloody thing, that awful locket that is going to be crazy at all. He insults our intelligence, especially mine. It is assumed that it would have given an answer to their frustrating mystery, something where to start, a track, a sign, something.
But my brain refuses to work, seems to have stopped, you still have all the skills but no longer has the agility before.
And I know why.
Forest walk with indifference, do not even bother to check if these mushrooms are edible. Surely not. Since yesterday combed the entire area, it is assumed that we should have gone longer, but where? We have no direction. I do not want to acknowledge in front of them but reallyinsert them in my head. It hurts. And the next thing that comes to mind is Hogwarts, my dear castle, and I recall with such clarity that even I could touch it.
perceptible feel your old and damp smell, I hear the echo of footsteps in the lonely corridors, the sound of rain drumming on the worn glass, the cries of Peeves, severe reprimand of Professor McGonagall. The angry eyes of Filch, the caretaker, yes, even to miss him.
But most of all I remind él.
I shudder. I can not help it, really do not want help. I feel disgustingly guilty but I need to remember. His image in my head is all I have left. All I remember really happened. That there was a time I shared something more than words with which the murderer would be our beloved Albus Dumbledore.
That there was a time when you wanted
Do you want? Or do you want? I close my eyes and cover my face with both hands, choking back a sob. I can not live with this. It hurts my heart, poisons the soul.
But his memory ... so clear in my head that is too real. I especially remember one day. I resign myself and let myself fall on the wet grass. I yield to the desire to immerse myself in my thoughts. And my mind rescues a special day. One cold November evening ...
- Hermione! Hermione wait!
not want to hear anything else, that's enough for today. Ronald Weasley is stupid to not do anything right. Damn, that had to be so hopelessly airhead.
And then Harry, do not know who is worse. He also learns nothing. I do not blame the course. But at this momentto feel very angry with them. I would like to slap them both to have if smart. I run through the halls. Stifling his tears with his hand, yet I mourn, not until you are well hidden.
CHTML
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