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I wish we weren't so busy, I wish we were together, I wish that we had kissed, and I wish that like you, I could get better

Breaking apart Falling apart Staying together Gone

Dear Remus, I wish we could talk again, but now Dumbledore sent you on that mission. I 'm living in Hogsmeade now with a couple of other Aurors to keep watch on Hogwarts, moreso the Ministry wants us to watch Dumbledore. At the last meetings, it was decided that I'd keep watch over Harry. The Ministry was trying to keep me away from Hogsmeade just for that reason, but Kingsley got me on the mission. I know I'm being watched here, and I haven't been able to go to a couple of the order meetings recently. I miss seeing everyone, especially you. I really miss those nights we spent last year. I hope you're not being suspected too much on your mis

Dear Remus, I've written so many letters and so many are unsent, but I wish I could figure out how I should say this. I don't know, but after all of those nights together, as friends, as more, I think I love you. But I don't know, I'm sure you'll never be able to read this because of the insanity of this war, but I hope some day you feel the same. Love, I guess, Tonks PS I'll never let you know this but I kinda like it when you call me Nymphadora

"I wish we could've but," I whispered, "nevermore." Miniscule droplets of blood hung from my hands, but it felt like I was soaked in his blood. I didn't know him, but I needed to follow those orders. The voices of the directors were ringing through my head. I wished they were the ones dead on the floor. I'm glad we didn't go any farther than where we were, or I'd be lying next to him. I pushed his limp body away from me and I caught a glimpse of blood draining from his face. My blood ran cold. I pivoted on my toes and left him on the ground. I ripped off my high heeled shoes and ran. No one will find him, except the society. Hopefully. They

I live but I don't have a life. Huh? You think you've heard that before? What? Some person who believes their social life is at zero but still has a beating heart and breathing lungs? I'm different. I'm a Dreamseeker. I'm a spirit that attaches myself to others' lives for a day to find something about the world, humanity, or philosophy. But the findings are only in the existence of the Dreamseekers and the Creators. I'm sure everyone believes, or at least has heard of, a Creator. Any of the gods in any religion or, for some people, science are the Creators. It's all the same. The Creators are a group of elders older than dirt. (Literally,

Tonks's POV. It's barely a few weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts. Tonks didn't die but her husband, Remus Lupin, did. Many of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had been helping Tonks with taking care of her newborn son, Teddy, and herself because she was still barely recovering from her near fatal injuries. ------------------------------------------------------------------- An owl was rapping at the window. I groggily turned over in bed, away from the bright light. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He placed his hands on the small of my back and I placed my hands behind his neck. I pulled myself closer to him, having to roll up

Angel began to stand up to follow havoc into the forest but then sat down after she felt a small class slightly scratch her ankle. Angel looked down to Khione who was pawing at Angel's leg. Khione looked as though she was trying to keep angel in the shack. Khione definitely did not want to be alone again even though tamesis looked like he was ready to defend any task, any attack that would come and challenge him. Angel moved to the wall and sat between khione and Tamesis, with her back against the warm wood. Khione placed her head on angel's leg and khione blew puffs of smoke out of her nose as she began to relax and rest and eventually fall

Havoc quickly caught sight of his house, but doubted himself for a moment, wondering whether or not the light was actually from the short light posts that were set up around his house or from another flashlight that the officials were carrying as they patrolled around the forest. "Hey, Angel, we're here," Havoc said, realizing that the clearing that he and Angel had just entered was actually the side yard to his house. Havoc looked around once more, checking behind himself, making sure that no one had followed them into and through the forest. There were a couple of foot prints in the snow from a person and a dragon. havoc guessed that eithe

I don't hate you. You just made my life hell. You didn't just kill eight people and wound another. You killed the mother of your son. He doesn't have any parents anymore. You left eight different families without a loved one this holiday season. You forced a mother to watch her daughter die and then you turned the gun on her. Most of all, you hurt everyone. Do you know what it's like to live in such a safe area that is now known for the worst massacre in the history of the county? Do you know how horrific it is to get a call about the shots being fired and just be forced to wonder: do I know anyone dead? I had to think for a moment t