'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'What hand would crush the silken-wingèd fly, The youngest of inconstant April's minions, Because it cannot climb the purest sky, Where the swan sings, amid the sun's dominions?
Not thine. Thou knowest 'tis its doom to die, When Day shall hide within her twilight pinions The lucent eyes, and the eternal smile, Serene as thine, which lent it life awhile.
To thy fair feet a wingèd Vision came, Whose date should have been longer than a day, And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame, And in thy sight its fading plumes display; The watery bow burned in the evening flame, But the shower fell, the swift Sun went his way — And that is dead. — O, let me not believe That anything of mine is fit to live!'
Panic pulsed in the pit of her stomach.
The moment the Minister, Hermione as Mafalda, and Umbridge had passed out of sight, Hera returned to the elevator to tug the Invisibility Cloak out from under her heavy black cloak, threw it over herself, and set off along the corridor in the opposite direction.
Chang was rather short, and Hera had to routinely check the floor to make sure she wasn't tripping over the vast cloak.
As she passed gleaming wooden door after gleaming wooden door, each bearing a small plaque with the owner's name and occupation upon it, the might of the Ministry, its complexity, its impenetrability, seemed to force itself upon him so that the plan she had been carefully concocting with her brother and his friends over the past four weeks seemed laughably childish.
They had concentrated all their efforts on getting inside without being detected: They had not given a moment's thought to what they would do if they were forced to separate.
Now Hermione was stuck in court proceedings, which would undoubtedly last hours; Ron was struggling to do magic that was beyond even the most skilled Ministry workers, with a woman's liberty possibly depending on the outcome; and Harry, was accompanying some of the senior Ministry employees — who were most notably, Death Eaters.
