My Lord, did you have a favourite stuffed animal as a child?
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“Indeed!” The Dark Lord beamed, “Her name is Nagini.”

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My Lord, did you have a favourite stuffed animal as a child?
@ambiidexter
“Indeed!” The Dark Lord beamed, “Her name is Nagini.”
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❝ d’you have the homework done for mcgonagall’s class? ❞ james asked as peter entered their dorm room. he was busy himself, playing a few chords on his acoustic guitar that he barely brought out anymore. quidditch practice was cancelled due to rain. ❝ if not, you can borrow the notes i took for moony. ❞
@ambiidexter --- “Hey, Pete. You want to head to the library?”
He looks up (always up, never down), sun a golden halo in Remus’ hair, and smiles at the light. The Clocktower yard is empty save for them. James and Sirius are his gods, but sometimes the presence of a god is too overwhelming. Remus is the closest to a human of all his friends.
“Sure! Will you help me study for N.E.W.T.’s?”
Remus couldn’t help but to smile a bit. He may not have been as shy as he’d been when he’d started Hogwarts but he still kept rather close to just his best mates. He’d never be as popular as James or Sirius but he preferred it that way. Keep to his closest friends, the ones who knew his most guarded secret.
“Of course, did you think I would study with James and Sirius? James would be sneaking off to the restricted section the whole time and Sirius would be singing or charming my school books to dance on the tables,” he explained dramatically, hand threading fingers into his hair as if just the idea was pestersome.
“But yeah, come on. I study better when I’m teaching anyways. We can nick some of James’ snacks in the dorm on the way.” Was he a prefect? Yes. Was he going to snitch on himself for nicking sweets from one of his best friends? Of course not.
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“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I screamed. I was scaroused! Snep’s mean words cud do dis to me. I saw him do the same with Squirel in the dark of the night
❝ I HATE YoU WOrMTALE. ❞ scremed Snap. He pointed his wand at wurmtale. ❝ ITS ur folt lily is ded and i loved her!!!1!! I’M going to avada kadaver you!!!1 ❞
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“ Hey -- Peter, you - should sit down. You look pale. When was the last time you ate? ”
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“Wormtail, wormtail how does your Master love you so? With abusive hits and a silver fist but let me count the ways.”
The Dark Lord counted off his fingers, “Your loyalty, the way your lip quivers when your afraid. How you betrayed your kind heart friends for the likes of me.”
Lord Voldemort ended his taunts with a crackle of laughter.
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The Canadian cold suited Lily more than most. Now several years past the death of her husband, Lily felt a permanent frost had settled within her that even her snow-covered new home couldn’t rival. In fact, it felt nice, like the outer cold balanced with the inner at last.
She almost felt warm again by comparison.
Lily survived on fast food for the first week of her move, but finally settled in enough to be able to cook a homemade meal for a change. That was how she found herself at the grocery store on that windy evening, rounding into the bread aisle when her basket hit a man in the hip.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she began as she turned to face him. Ice gripped her by the throat and stole her breath as she realized who stood before her, but she managed a quiet squeak: “Peter?”