A Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 16Narcissa's Point of ViewA Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 16
"I wonder what's wrong," Regulus asked as we all stared up at the door to the Girl's Dormitory.
For the past week and a half, Annabelle had spent all her free time in our room, lying down on her bed and napping. Even when she was in class, Snape told us she was paying less attention.
"She's been like this ever since her talk with Dumbledore," I said sadly and Lucius put an arm around me. "She was so shaken when she got back." The look of my fellow Slytherin friends told me, however discreetly, that they were worried as well.
"What do you think they talked about?" Reg
A Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 15Severus's Point fo ViewA Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 15
Only two weeks into the school year and the Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry was already beginning to boil.
“I can’t believe we lost,” Regulus muttered, slumping over onto the table. It had been rather embarrassing. And for that, the entire Gryffindor House paraded around the castle to boast about their victory for two straight days. “A great way to starts off the year, don’t you think, Padfoot?” the Slytherin table heard behind them. The rest of the Grand Hall seemed unaware.
“There’s nothing better, Prongs,” Black howled. This wasn&
A Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 14Annabelle’s Point of View Why does this happen every year? I thought with exasperation. Benvolio, bundled up in my knapsack, stirred as we walked through the brick wall to Platform 9 ¾. Severus and I had arrived together but a few moments ago he and I got separated.A Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 14
Now this wasn’t uncommon, every year I somehow got separated from at least one of my friends (Narcissa and Lucius usually), but I’d never been least alone like this. I didn’t know where he went and I didn’t know where anyone was.
So I walked around the train, peeking into compartment windows. I t
A Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 13Severus's Point of ViewA Sweet Slytherin-Chapter 13
Annabelle spent much of the summer with me in my home. I gave her permanent rein over the top drawer in my dresser, a place for her few her things. This only came after convincing my father to allow her into his home, which only happened because he was too drunk and too tired to care if she was there.
In exchange I would help out with some of the chores with Mother, help she needed since she was still too frail to work by hand. Because of Father, she was too terrified to ever use magic, even when he wasn’t around to catch her.
“Watch out Annabelle, the pot is still hot,&
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If you've got nothing to die for,
Then what have you got to live for?
Dreams are unreal by definition,
Reality is changing one's dreams,
Because when one dream is realised, a new one is born
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If you've got nothing to die for,
Then what have you got to live for?
Dreams are unreal by definition,
Reality is changing one's dreams,
Because when one dream is realised, a new one is born
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