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Title: just a while, just a little.
Fandom: Harry Potter
From: lynethe
To: aquatic
Characters: Neville, Ginny, Luna.

Asked a fic about the boys of the resistance and I decided to make because the Resistance is a party of more DH made me scream. It ended up being more of a Neville! Centric than anything else, but I just could not help it * points at icon * I hope you like, whiting.

just a while, just a little.

De Lyneth for Aquatic.

Hogwarts lights go out at eleven.

From the giant

candles to light the Great Hall to the smallest oil lamp is extinguished before the curfew, and the infinite castle is lost as if by magic in the thick darkness of winter nights in Scotland.

Darkness consumes everything with the exception perhaps of the abode of the Guardian of the Land of Hogwarts. He few rules have been imposed, at least with regard to this function, after the change of the authorities of the College, and his humble place near the Forbidden Forest is usually ú ; nico blip students glimpse from their windows at the top of the towers.

This is, of course, except for those nights when some troublemaker is sent to their custody. There, close the doors and setting the windows, the curtains and cover every corner such as visible, each passage through which light or sound can escape.

When Hogwarts teachers send you to a student punished, ensures that no one knows what goes on behind the walls of his hut.

Because he knows that the punishment would hard if they learn that just sit for tea.

- It's almost midnight-moon announced, his gaze lost somewhere on the wall, and no doubt a second of its internal clock.

- means that as we go, "says the little Ginny Weasley, rolling his eyes.

While comic and sinks into his seat gracefully, Hagrid thinks that, in fact, is no longer so small and neither are any of the children who used to know. Neither missing, or those who have to stay.

Boys begin to stop and find their coats, preparing to hit the snow and then go back to hell. Makes a bloody cold, but even if they have every inch of her skin covered with wool Hagrid can still see scars shadow looming over the neck of his T-shirts and the hems of their robes and feels another Once the knot tightened in his throat, to make hover tears in his eyes.

- Thanks for everything, Hagrid.

- Pffft. Thanks for nothing, you mean. All I do all day is sit around and pretend I obey these thugs while doing deaf ears. "In truth there is nothing else I can do to help?

all look at him smiling, complacent. But that was two steps forward Ely speaks to is the small Neville - Neville - with a high forehead and face insurance. With him there is no need to force the view to see the wounds and few people have ever visited so often, yet never far from the little guy was afraid that used to be. Neville

extends his hand in front of Ely is narrow, with a dignity and control unusual for someone several feet smaller, with the confident smile that says he knows "that everything will be fine. Hagrid has not, or rather no one has, no idea of when that guy turned shaky able to infuse so hard, so quiet. And so, almost funny, with his hand in it, just says

- just still look big and bad, will you?

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Muggle Studies class is the only one that does not seem empty. People are the same with Neville remembers share class every year, but this is not much to say except for Hermione, this time for millions of years, no Muggle born the ever attended.

other classrooms in the other. He feels the lack, as a physical pain, like a festering wound.

of laughter, conversations, paper airplane thrown from one end of the class to another, shouting amazement. People, young people who occupy the empty desks in the back of the room that now inhabit only ghosts and shadows that pierce his eyes behind him, reminding him that something-or rather, that all - is wrong. Alecto Carrow

walks around the room with air pleased. All are silent, concentrating on the wording should be completed by the end of the class ( 12 reasons why the so-called "Muggle ingenuity" is pure fiction) and Neville realizes that his smile is due to wheezing the picture response to it is a little smaller version your dream: young wizards, all thoroughbreds, with his head to learn the inferiority of those who are not like them, without hesitation or discussion. In the world that she and her family raised, they are the first step: the vulnerable, easier to mold minds.

who fear. Those who can not do anything against injustice and, therefore, can not only rationalize.

- Excuse me, professor.

- No one has given you permission to speak, brat.

Neville raises his hand, stating patient. Next to feel whispers of wonder and gasps. There he goes again.

- What do you want now? - Alecto question, defiant, with one hand in front of you and the other in his robes in a silent threat that everyone knows more than clear.

- I have a question regarding the wording, "he says Neville, calmly -. On point four: "Why electricity is an invention absurd and completely obsolete?"

- I think the slogan is clear, kid.

- Actually no. Did you know? I do not think that electricity is useless at all. It is a great invention for those unable to bring light to magic.

- Exactly, son.

the teacher's eyes shrink with malice and shine as the words leave her mouth like a hiss.

- Electricity, like all inventions of Muggles, was created to replace the magic that do not possess. Ie, not being able to cast spells, they lose their time performing useless crude imitations of magic, that are not just another proof of his stubbornness: if they were more ready, admit inferiority once and for all. Does everyone follow me? - Ask the class, raising his voice, as if to make clear that all this is part of the lesson, and that its dialogue with Neville has ended.

- In fact, he says, undaunted, the spell of maximum illumination, which allows light an entire room, was not invented by Tiberius Walrock until three years after the discovery incandescent lamp. Many argue that could develop based on it.

All paralyzed. Months ago, I had believed Neville that there was silence quieter than others, but the year has already been shown several times. We all do when they are in the Great Hall, when they come into the office of teachers, while classes are taught is very different from the silence that now involves three dozen young people, which contain the grip respiracióny the fabric of his robes under the tables while waiting for Alecto Carrow squint their little eyes and back.

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The first thing you hear when you wake Neville in nursing is

- Are you stupid or what?

ends after eye opening, is incorporated in the bed of metal (which, taking into account the number of nights spent in her last month, may already be regarded as "him" ) and bitter chuckles.

- What way is that to treat an ailing poor? "He says to his companion, with a smile.

- The day that you are here for having caught a cold, I'll be good to you. While it is your fault you deserve every insult you can tell. Ginny

looks uncomfortable. not bother as "annoying" annoying, but as "could kick your ass anytime" annoying and Neville knows that this is one of the worst feelings.

- Seriously, Nev., what do you think you win with this - he says, standing and gesturing a lot with his arms What do you want with these demonstrations of courage, eh? "Getting to the heart of the Death Eaters with speeches logic and good intentions, and so do they leave school? Either way, you idiot.

Ginny stands before him, arms akimbo and an expression that implies that he is not playing. Neville believes that may not be entirely good idea to keep smiling when they hear a voice behind him.

- I think it's quite noble-moon is there, sitting in his usual imperturbable air and a basket of fruit held in one arm. Neville had not noticed his presence, but why the moon has passed unnoticed when he wants (although he could hardly believe it at first so little is usually discrete) and who have become excellent eyes and ears in recent times. In the "desperate times" -. Many others feel the same way, too. I heard Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones talk about it in the Transfiguration Courtyard, and a group of fourth claim that the inspiration for his next trick.

Ginny turns to his companion, his brow furrowed even more if possible and Neville, fun, laughter makes a feint pleased. What stops another sound, dry, plaintive, coming from the back of his throat or from some dark and wet on his chest, which darkens the mood right away.

- Hex Cruciatus ... Luna whispers.

- Not as easy to cure as you think, you know? All wounds left, "says Ginny, paused, sitting at the foot of his bed. Stretch a hand slowly and reaches its scars: one of the first, on his right arm. You may think you are immortal, but you're not, you little moron, do you understand?

- do not believe that, Ginny ...

- I can think to say four nonsense spirit and enduring the pain is all have to do, but it is not. Your body suffers, Neville, and even potions Madam Pince are limited. It is great that you want to keep the moral, right?, Remind some morons that while they are here as comfortable in their common rooms a war out there. But nothing will be worth it if you end up killing.

- Nothing will happen, everything is ...

- Not good, "the short, violent. Nothing is right, Neville.

And there is silence. Outside, the gray skies of Scotland seems also decided to open up and explodes, venting his frustration over the extensive grounds of Hogwarts, filling the walls of the infirmary with irregular light. For a few minutes just listening to the crackle of water on windows and when Ginny burst into tears and murmurs contemptuous air, almost as if they endeavor to spit it out, "Noble " Neville believes that honesty that no gross was just for him.

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- Is not it funny that we are three? Luna asks, lying on the lawn in front of the black lake. Both

immediately understand what you mean and while Ginny up an eyebrow in disbelief, Neville is limited to the clear skies smiling, looking at the endless horizon. Just a moment, just a little. End

Can You Cook Pasta In A Steamer

Two and one always add three (except sometimes not). To musguito

Title: Two and a always add three (except sometimes not).
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: lynethe
Characters / couples: Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron / Hermione UST.
To: musguito , a birthday gift a little late.


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ff.net I wanted to give you something, the truth, but always gives me something to write something for the people who know what makes a million times better. But anyway, you're always saying there are not enough fics about the friendship of the trio, and I had this on my computer started some time and I said "why not?" .
It is a wonder, does not convince me the end, I feel heavy in some parts and the trouble is not beteado, but still I hope that I have cariñoy even a little closer to what we wanted ; as read.

Two and one always add three (except sometimes not).

De Lyneth to musguito

One

the afternoon found a clearing on the outskirts of a small town, "Harry does not remember his name, but think it is something like 'Penstown' or 'Petsburg', and once more up camp. Ron and Hermione leave just end to secure the place and Harry is left alone, picking up fallen twigs floor under the guise of building a fire then, but not more than one way to entertain and avoid going crazy while you wait.

is a little sad. He and the landscape. An endless field with some bushes another tree sticking out from time to time and soil do not quite decide between otoñoy winter, cutting grass-stained white sheets wet and dry, tired and sun spots and wrinkled old wood ago "Crish, crack crash underfoot.

Things seem a little forced, a little more tired than usual, but probably only for the Horcrux hanging from his neck at the time because for weeks everything is equal. Always arguing, always try, always choose a place to go but think there is hope-and yet, at heart always have and always come back with empty hands. It appears that, somewhere and are quick to separate as if touching only further increase its frustracióny everyone is on their side to accomplish a task. Harry

carp weapon. Hermione walks in circles around them and recites in a monotone each defensive spell you have learned and probably never will forget. And Ron just stays there. Almost always with his hands in his pockets, head down, all the time with the vacant eyes and neutral it impossible for Harry to know what you think at that time. Maybe in your family or in your stomach, deep and festering wound that may never stop marking his arm, in the unfortunate day when a friend chose to be a hero or simply fucked how much has been made for muddy shoes.

Sometimes, almost as an end, momentarily out of his autism to say something. This time is:

- At the end you were right. Again - as if it were his fault that years ago Voldemort had not decided to leave part of his soul in a forgotten Muggle orphanage.

- Yes .- Again as if to know he would not need more than a little common sense. Hermione

invariably appears seconds later. After which, it is not known, but always second despuésy always covered her hair tousled and ordering Ready, Ron and I now look for something to eat. And Harry always thinks of protest that, is not the same as anyone out, if anyway has an invisibility cloak? But still, never protest. Let them go, a forward trying not to wake the sleeping enemy and the other behind deleting your feet leave footprints in the first snow of winter.

As has nothing better to do, Harry stacks darker and twigs and think When they return, will be fighting insurance because that's what they always do when they come back half an hour after one hour then just entering the field that protects and even before appearing before their eyes visible. Invariably, it immediately begins the usual ebb and flow of sentences and heated arguments, bumps and retruco, the seriously, Ronald and Let already Hermione and the rest of his game, and Harry wondered how they make to appear already in that state when it supposed to come on tour the field in deep silence and secrecy. Still, you wonder. Sometimes he even relieved, even extrañoy out of character as it may seem.

There was a time-past, remote, almost as if it never existed-in which saw them go into the common room in the middle of one of its arguments and thought Again, what heavy, but that was long ago, while still in school and his friends were Ely same unchanging and indivisible thing called Harryronyhermione. why Harry can not avoid being surprised that, after all, after all, still have the energy to maintain the old custom of bugs and upset and apologize, just like when they were children years. Have changed and grown and seen much, much more than the kids his age should see and yet they were able to keep that part of themselves throughout. Harry is sure that Hogwarts then misses the sound of their morning discussions.

He knows, however, that the other child's best friend Ron and Hermione is not much. The little that had survived years and years of being the hero Harry Potter has taken the war.

Some went with Cedric and the false Alastor Moody. The same left him the night he was wounded Mr. Weasley and thought it was his fault and part-big-huge left him with Sirius. The rest may Once you have been with Dumbledore, Snape or after or why not, with the old car that took the Dursleys and with them all memory of his life prior to the child who survived. What we know for sure is that by the time they left the Burrow, so when news of the Ministry and Dumbledore rumors began to arrive, and was long gone. And instead, it had been him.

What Hogwarts remember the passing of Harry Potter for their walls? Possibly his footsteps in the middle of the night, his walk and his gaze intangible worried invisible. The way we all see at the table saw the Great Hall, was always elsewhere, in a plan, in a battle in a conspiracy really, really far away. How there was always something that set him apart from the rest little by little became a mere spectator of life of ordinary people-that was discussing the work of elves in breakfast, "as he was only a shadow, always plotting what was to come. In

as sometimes forgot everything and laughed. And perhaps some escape furtive quick to play at being a teenager in a deserted corridor road to school. Start

evening. Already the voices of Ron and Hermione coming.

Two.

- Hermione?

- Ron.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm on call, remember? What are you doing here?

- I could not sleep. I thought it would good to get some fresh air.

- You should try again, early morning departure.

- I can not. I am completely fed up with the smell of pee in the store.

- Well, it's better than being out here.

- Changing.

- I'm on duty.

- Changing shifts. You are most useful at rest than me.

- Do not say that. I ... do not think I could sleep either.

- Ah. Sure. Do you do company?

- if you want.

- Yes

- Okay.

- Good. What were you doing?

- What did you think?

- Well, good. To avoid sleep're pretty cranky.

- Is this medallion. The Horcrux. It gets on my nerves.

- Give it to me.

- It's my turn to use.

- I really do not have to be so strict, you know? It is as if a teacher were to punish.

- both know that this thing is as bad for you than for me. Do not need you todo el tiempo protegiéndome.

- De acuerdo.

- Bien.

- ¿Hermione?

- ¿Qué?

- Lamento lo de hoy.

- ¿Qué cosa?

- Nuestra discusión. Sobre… las setas. No quise ser tan malagradecido. El hambre me hace decir estupideces.

- Ah. Eso. No te preocupes, yo… Lo había olvidado.

- Oh.

- Sí. Gracias.

- Está bien.

- ¿Ron?

- ¿Mhhhm?

- Nothing.

- What?

- Nothing, really. Just ... thought.

- Did you ever do not you?

- Now that's bad?

- for nothing. Only you.

- sleep also makes you say stupid?

- Apparently.

- Of course.

- You really do not tell me that bothers you? Much

.

Many doubts and insecurities but especially many certainties that make you skin chicken and make you feel that not even the air is light. For a second, are both silent for the first time, and Hermione realize that they have been talking in whispers.

- when we escaped from the den and went to Tothenhamm Court Road, to ... The cantina.

- What's with that?

- If we had ... If we had to kill those Death Eaters ... you, would you have done?

Silence.

cicadas can be heard in the background and Ron first stops and opens his mouth to reply, but then just turns to look at and extends a hand bigger, much bigger than yours "in front of her.

- Come on. You had put that shit for too long. Come on, give it me.

- Agreed.

nods and passes the shrine without protest. Again to be the silent without the forest and they barely noticed.

have been talking in whispers as they always found by chance at night. You need not do so because Harry is sleeping like a stone inside the tent and nothing outside their field of protection can listen, but so do, without knowing why, since they left behind their homes and began with that life. Maybe it's because they fear that if they raise the voice much everything becomes real.

A Hermione do not really care because he knows that the truth does not need to shout to know that they are. There, beside them, in the space that separates them and will always be too large, go two. Possibly more, but at least two: Ron just shut up and both are retained for God knows how, and shaking her little game altering its endless twists and turns.

always on the tip of the lips, but never enough.

Three.

Sunlight

surprises this morning curled up with the sheets thrown aside in the middle of the night. What surprised sticky, sweaty fríoy with the certainty that it will never again rest easy, even in dreams, or may never get rid of all the fears and insecurities that once thought it might ; to ignore the war. But above all, surprising since several days ago do not see the sun at dawn.

His mother ever taught him that things like a sunny day in the middle of harsh winter or a flock of birds flying south in V are omens of good luck, but when he gets up and raises its face outside the tent that day you think holds it all-literally anything-less fortunate. Not a cloud. The snow shines tired of your surroundings and a healthy bright light washes the bags and luggage, tents, mountain of branches that Harry always insists on stacking, but never used-and himself your bangs eternal his face thin and disproportionate nose and three hundred million freckles that cover it. And maybe it's just that he was never a morning person, but Ron is the sun seems to mock them.

is childish to think that just because now the world is messy and sucks every day should be cold and rainy. Not to be afforested. But it would help. Under the friendly warmth the weight of his actions seems more nasty, his temper more out of place and the world seems more secure when he knows well that is very, very far from it.

right, spring is about to arrive, but if nature is indeed a wise it could be that nobody in the mood for a picnic.

Harry is not. He took the coat and went to the nearby town began to grow light as to see if I could get some real food, or so says Hermione while looking anywhere but him.

- What did not you stop?

- did not seem willing to listen, "she says to heart. Also, look at the day it is, I'm sure there would be such a good atmosphere if there were Dementors nearby. Ron

says nothing more. Harry thinks that I walk out there half the world only when its neck is magical looking stupid, but does not say. He thinks that if the Dementors were his biggest problem would not be even half of gaunt and paranoid than they are now and that if he had been up and fucking four eyes had not been willing to listen, I would ; to actually stay to death. But like everything he says lately seems to be received as nonsense or a sample of negativism "as if it were possible to not be when you use the same jacket for months and your basic diet consists of roots, choose silent.

After all, when weighed again without an arm and half his face disfigured can always say "I told you." Or " And what happened to my sandwich?"

- Do not get angry. You know as bad passes and maybe you just needed not feel useless.

- Insurance. Back to

half-hour with empty hands, of course, and all bracing themselves for departure. Hermione is carrying them and choose the place: a hill not far from there. Almost always try to get as far as possible from its previous location, but when the evening begins to fall and with it the willingness of her friend Ron guess that just was not ready for them yet waste a sunny day , a.

By knowing look that tries to throw, Ron realizes Harry also realize it, but then, of course, he always realizes it. From the clues, the evidence of the best times to go and the best to stay and the feelings of the people. And then it feels useless.

Harry and Hermione feel useless is feeling useless. In other words, something completely stupid and senseless taking into account that in recent months when one did a brilliant plan to save the life I had the other when supplies were scarce and always managed to fix rsel and when the Spell always failed find new ones. And he was just ... there.

You see in the history books of the future.

Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the man who saved the magical world of his undoing.

Hermione Granger, his best friend, smart witch that ever trod the UK who provided invaluable assistance provided.

and Ronald Weasley. Who was also there.

- Ron? Are you listening?

- What?

- I'm calling for at least five minutes. Do not have long put the Horcrux?

- Maybe.

Harry and Hermione is silent throws half grimace of disapproval, but does not care. Are simply sick of such dedication. Of both heroism and nobility.

Neither could understand because they are the same: ready to drop everything for the mission entrusted to them, stoic, brave, very different from him. And not take it anymore.

- Can not we just leave it to one side for a while?

His friends regard him as if he had suddenly begun to talk of Blibbers Wonderful.

- I speak, Ron. We can not risk losing it.

- Vamos! It is as if this thing had legs, or something. We just keep an eye on ...

- Ron ... - Hermione begins.

- A food-imposed. I just want a meal in peace, is too much to ask?

There are a few seconds of silence, in which the two exchanged glances. Then Harry nods without conviction

One, two, three.

can never tell who started it. When we discussed the next day, the three little uncomfortable and a little cold for having fallen asleep outside the store-all at the same time, against everything that had ever agreed-no no idea how they got it.

Perhaps that started it all was Hermione, his idea of a bonfire (No one will see it, anyway, and better light that of the rods) or maybe it was Harry, a nervous habit of banging his knees. Or, why not Ron's fault that all the time threw a handful of leaves into the flames to make them crack.

All I know is that for a moment the three were sitting by the impromptu fire, separated, each lost in his own thoughts without speaking as the three strangers who may be now that the war had ; to brought out the worst. And the next, dancing in circles to the rhythm of "Odo the Hero."

Someone, perhaps, began to hum under his breath without realizing it and maybe someone really follow him without paying attention, perhaps in rhythm with one foot. Perhaps some have noticed and begun to sing, just miraculous that no-longer silent, and this might have brought to others from their slumber, a little, slowly joined the chorus, almost whispering . The rest may have been momentum carried away and hitting someone stronger the beats, someone taking the small hand of another person at the beginning of the chorus, standing in one hop. There they raised their voices, for sure, and perhaps the first cry of tune all noticed and did not care.

- In his hometown, Odo repooooooosa Ron exclaimed, turning on itself.

- On a bed of moss! "Harry continued, gesturing exaggeratedly before Hermione pushed him:

- Because there was no coooooooosa!

screamed and ran and celebrated the choruses with guttural exclamations, they stumbled over his own feet, and took arms and danced without leaving even a second to repeat his merry litany. They laughed, as once in the cool evenings at the Burrow, as on rainy nights around the campfire of the common room, as if there were time and only them.

By day's end, it was. Only them.

- Because eeeeees Odo the Hero! - Celebrated in unison.

And the song was, and when Odo made his triumphal entry into the land of giants, and they seemed to have fought the battle, and sweat-stained ash and earth rolling and laughing and drop, and they drop. Young animals, guided by a magical and primitive instinct that maybe, just out of friendship.

Only they, Ron, Hermione and Harry, hiding fugitives and a future that would be the most uncertain if they were because they would be together, no matter what happened. The freckled redhead insanely high, all-knowing which will undo the braid and cuatrojos, the scrawny little thing, which is a household name there, at some distant time and place.

And nobody could see, and nobody could hear, but who could have been convinced, at that moment and forever, that the war was won. That while there was somewhere in the world three friends able to laugh together would remain eternal youth, and there was no way they could lose. End

Community Service Hours Completion School Letter

not either. Sirius / Lily

Title: not either.
Fandom: Harry Potter .
From: lynethe
To: lyeth and trivia
Pairing / characters: Sirius / Lily, involving Frank Logbottom
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I regret having to share a gift, girls, but the two called something very similar and seemed like a good idea to mix the two ideas I had about it. I hope that neither bothered and like, I had never done anything of this couple and was fun to experiment:)

Not everyone
De Lyneth to Lyeth and Brenda

Once a month, for a couple of nights, Lily makes his rounds with Frank Longbottom prefects. I used them only in its fifth year, every time Remus was absent for family matters and she thought that had more to do with heaven, but maso least half its sixth year the Head of House had decided it was best to find a replacement partner to avoid making "work too hard for a single student" . Lily knows that more than giving you a partner with whom to chat during the half hour that ran Hogwarts at night, keep the goal was always accompanied by someone who could defend it, now that war had ; has started and she had no right ancestry. But he has never told anyone.

Frank is a nice guy. Simple, very talkative, Lily will sympathize much normally. But it is not Remus. Frank always tells stories, kind and always tries to make her laugh, but do not have that ability to know when is best to keep quiet and leave her alone with their thoughts that Remus has plenty. With it, there are no awkward silences.

That night, when once their round Lily announces he will not return to the common room still more than it ever has been found at a different stage of the lunar cycle.

- Are not you coming? But where are you going? - Asks, raising an eyebrow in a face to be almost comical if Lily were walking in a hurry.

- No. Nowhere. I just fancy a stroll.

- There is a curfew, Lily ...

- I know. It will not take much, just want ... CLEAR. Lily

try turning to leave, but the grip of his companion on your wrist stops. Remus would never do so many questions, or would subject, nor would so difficult to leave.

- Lily is dangerous. You know ... how things are.

Frank tries to stay calm, but it is impossible to hide a note of deep concern in his voice. Her eyes are enormous, sincere, and understand exactly what Lily he says, understands that this is the worst time to go fooling around by the castle in the middle of the night and softens the soul in appreciation of his friend. Still:

- well, Frank. See you tomorrow.

and disappears as fast as his feet clumsy and long tunic allow it, leaving a trail mate glimpse of red hair before disappearing into a corner. Lily loves

Frank Longbottom, but tonight you can not avoid insulting a little inside. Not to be Remus, and make you feel guilty for what is about to do.

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After the Gryffindor common room, with colorful posters and comfortable armchairs and the fire crackling in the fireplace, the library is its favorite place in the castle. But now, at night, dimly lit by the dim moonlight, the outlines visible shelves and tables look hard, shocking, cliffs smooth, bland landscape that lead nowhere and are almost unreal as threatening.

Maybe it's the darkness that makes everything a little creepy, or just that one day all is the revésy nothing makes sense. Lily

walking through the shelves and books that may be served the next day comfort evasion, without a clue. Only it's late, ridiculously late to the night before a school day and that she is not the same, is another person, anyone. Perhaps not everyone (not Frank, so worried, and Remus, much wiser, and James, much more released, and definitely is not sealed by Mandy Eckhart Huflepuff prefect), but it sure is not Lily Evans, the sweet and caring girl who was just shocked to think in that situation.

Suddenly, from nowhere, comes the voice.

- I thought you were not coming.

is male. Is firm and rough, hit, almost as if the words were crowded out of his throat, and yet extremely powerful when it speaks in whispers. It is a cadent sound manly and hot bouncing off the walls of the library, making her shiver, even against their most sacred principles.

Lily is about small steps and finish when your eyes adjust to the darkness, finally distinguishes the silhouette of Sirius Black waiting at the entrance to the Restricted Section. And I love to answer something like "I also thought it would" or "do not even know why I'm here" , but even if his body were not a bunch nerves and his throat was not dry as a fucking desert, could not. Would lie. Sirius

also advances a few steps to her and eventually becomes illuminated by one ray of light peer through the window. There, tall, handsome, aristocratic, with that thug so characteristic charm you, but with a different detail. Maybe in his position, perhaps in your breathing, probably in her eyes that shine different today, with a flash opaque, almost embarrassed, almost hidden behind his eyelids ... guilt? Lily wants to believe so.

then released. Salva

the distance between them without stopping to think about it and bam! It is already besando, fuerte, desesperadamente, sentada a horcajadas sobre una de las mesas y sólo un poco incómoda. Pronto todo es rápido, frenético, líquido , todo inestable y confuso en ese ambiente oscuro y desconocido que es la biblioteca de Hogwarts pero bien podría ser el interior de su cuerpo.

Besar a Sirius Black es distinto de besar a James Potter, pero Lily hace lo posible por no pensar en ello y se concentra, en cambio, en cómo puede ser diferente besarla a ella que a cualquier otra chica guapa de las escuela. Tiene que haber algo más -de lo contrario él no la hubiera invitado a encontrarlo that night, if only the exciting feeling of remorse that throw you to produce your best friend's girlfriend on a table in the library.

is a pretty sick thought, but she is anyone but the faithful, docile, Lily Evans-right does not care.

The only thing you think is in one hand, huge, raspy-sliding down her leg under her skirt, in a body much higher and much stronger and dangerously close and their own canine panting, desperate in their ear. And before you completely surrender to those feelings to begin to cross it, only makes a plea:

- Do not call my name.

Because if you say, then it would be Lily and everything would be wrong, very wrong.