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Alys Blue

  • The Ghost of a Smile

    Gran was grasping at smoke, at oxygen, something invisible that she thought she needed just as much as she needed to breathe, but something that she could never physically attain, admire and cherish. Neville was not as naive as all that.

  • Break Her

    Anger burned across her stomach with the thought that should feel compassion for a filthy mudblood girl just because she seemed so young and innocent and breakable. But Bellatrix had always liked to break things.