On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me… Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a pear tree.
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The Twelve Days of Christmas ~ Birds
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me, a partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
The Twelve Days of Christmas ~ Birds
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me…
Inktober 2017 ~ Mask
There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. _Voldemort
inktober 2017 ~ Found
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys’ house.
‘Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?’ asked Hagrid.
He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. ‘Shhh!’ hissed Professor McGonagall. ‘You’ll wake the Muggles!’
Inktober 2017 ~ United
“Dumbledore’s eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help…“
Inktober 2017 ~ Fall
“It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore’s writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they’d just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn’t squashed him flat.”