there was a young maiden kept locked up in a tower by a disappointed witch, until two boys, a dark man and a stranger on the run cross her valley
Books mean the world to her, so do her friends. But when Ron admits his feelings to her, she is helpless.
Warum sind es Unschuldige die gefangen werden und Sünder die frei bleiben? Wer gibt den Verlorenen ein kleines bisschen Glück?
What will it be like? Will I be grieved for or simply forgotten? Will there be flowers or a heap of dirt? Will there be fairy-tales or horror stories told about me?
and saw what they did and how they quit this world, like heros or like cowards - are all deaths the same and it is the same kind of love that drives their deeds!
MAJOR CROSSOVER in a place noone happy has ever seen (includes: Harry Potter, Les Miserables, MOMO, Alias, The Secret Garden, The Mists of Avalon and David Copperfield) Now finished!
Hermione has given up all hope of ever being part of her world again, a world that has died with the demise of one Harry Potter, but two men who once were her professors convince her that the fight is still going on.
The last hour of Severus Snapes life, from the sight of a 5 year old girl, who has just lost her mother, never met her father and detests the snake-man.
There is no beauty found within a battlefield, only friendship and love inmidst the destruction and death!
She has always been a girl who plans in advance - she has written her goodbye letters and divided her belongings, before she goes to the Astronomy tower.
The beginning of another year, but the losses, those children and colleagues that were taken, by him-who-shall-be-damned!
It really did not matter any longer. He knew it was a cowards way to end. But why go on when there is noone else left?
doch die Hoffnungslosigkeit droht ihn zu verschlingen!
...denn die Gefangenschaft der Seele wird nur von ihrem Verlust noch übertroffen!
A house, much hated and detested, preferred by one only, who knows what it is like to be an outcast.
Worte, Phrasen, Sätze die durch die Gedanken eines gewissen Zaubertränkemeisters spuken mögen...