'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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'Disarm you with a smile And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you Oh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy So old in my shoes And what I choose is my choice What's a boy supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you, my love I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile And leave you like they left me here To wither in denial The bitterness of one who's left alone Oh, the years burn'
Upon landing, Hera knew she'd made a grave mistake.
She'd completely forgotten the half dozen or so Death Eaters stationed outside Grimmauld Place, and without having called prior for Kreacher to take her directly inside, or the aid of the Invisibility Cloak, she was, for lack of better words, fucked.
There seemed to be as many Death Eaters as there had been the day before awaiting Harry, Ron and Hermione's departure to Kings Cross Station. She quickly waved her wand downwards, her left hand raised as the words 'Salvio hexia' popped into her mind.
No sooner than she had cast the hex deflection charm, she saw a cloud of black smoke emanating from the trees just a short pace across the road.
She knew if she didn't move at that exact moment, it would've all been for nothing. Stealing those files, gaining whatever intel it contained about the Order, helping those Muggleborns to safety, successfully infiltrating the Ministry... what good would any of that do if she was sent to Azkaban — or worse?
It took a far greater deal of courage to bring herself to Apparate for the second time, knowing that this would be the difference between life, and some unknown difference.
She'd promised Sirius she'd get back to him, and Hera had every intention on keeping her word.
Hera didn't spare a moment of deliberation as she turned on her heel yet again, engulfed in a great white cloud.
