I adore.
sometimes wonder how they feel their hair. He figures that should be cold as metal, as they look silver.
Sometimes I want to touch your eyes, because they are so light that look like water. And when the look, feel so hot I'd give anything by jumping on it. To touch a little Gabrielle.
He looks far and looks at him. And he wonders how he will feel being chosen to be always the center of attention. Feel that you are with the looks. Could have any of the girls why he, Neville, ever would have given their lives.
not know how many years have passed since the first time he saw her. Small, wet and helpless. Still a girl, depending on your sister. Not many ideas of what is the magic and the world around her.
not explain how the time passed so quickly that became a strong, independent woman. Hermosa.
Now look closely at her side in bed. And remember what I thought when I was child. And thanks to pass the time. And grateful for their actions because life has rewarded him for being patient. Not to be Harry Potter, not to be the boy who lived. Because if so, would not have drawn the sword of Gryffindor in the final battle. If so, would not have his grandmother all his life. If Harry Potter would not have married the most beautiful woman he saw in his life. If Harry Potter would never have woken up with morning light and laughter Gabrielle fresh.
hope you enjoyed it, Precious. As I said: It's bad, but it's going to love.
And you're not alone, Stolen Love
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