"The owl followed me here. I heard the voice." There not just dreams. They're shadows that haunt Goodnight Robicheaux every waking moment. Not all beginnings are magnificent.
Professor Snape isnt a holiday person, or so everyone thinks. Sorry I suck at summaries.
My first HP fic and I'm hoping that you all like it. Please excuse any boo boos I make, I've only been a fan for about a month. :)