thalle-my-honey

This was the second, and final, time the Potters would be asked to join Lord Voldemorts forces. Snape had requested that he should be the one to talk to them as he knew them the best, and as seeing how badly the first request ended, it seemed that they were unlikely to accept and thus unlikely to leave with their lives without his help. The Death Eaters had been tracking the Potters for months, from corner to corner, alley way to alley way, but this time, the Death Eaters knew where the Potters were going, and when they got there, Snape would be waiting. It was 15 past six in the morning, and the air was chilly, and even then there was a sli

Finally. That was probably the hardest thing to do, but the best that I could manage considering I just had to break through a magically locked door. But at long last I'm here in his room, greeted by what seems to be an automatic candle system puffing into place and illuminating the room around me. Black, grey, silvers and golds meld together very nicely in this modern Victorian suite, all suited with draperies and rounded architecture; not overly masculine, not overly feminine, just very soothing and beautiful. So basically he's not only a master potion maker, a first class wizard and the most attractive man I've ever seen, he's also a great