Week six, day 7. She's screaming agian, my mother. I hear just out side my window. When she died I was sitting in my father's study, (which is now my own) she was sitting with me. I don't remember the childish game we were playing, for that would be a happy memory, I know she was running her fingers in my hair. My father hated when she showed me ( Read more... )

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Week Four.It's been days from the last time I pined down my feelings, yes feelings. Malfoy's have feelings, at the moment all I feel is the cold. I do believe I have busted my hand, thus the reason for not being able to write. Even now my fingers are to weak to hold the quil. I can hear the other screams, screams used to be music, now they are ( Read more... )

My fingers were so tight around my wand yet, they some ( Read more... )