'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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'Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit You, in your madness the satellite that constellates my world mimicking the inner chaos that I've disowned a mirror to my past life retributions and a reflection of my sadness
If I'm going to keep on living the way that I'm living i can't do it without you My feet aren't on the ground I need your body to stand on your name to define me on top of being a woman I am scared'
We had slipped past the spiralling stone staircase and came to a halt outside the hall. Flattening ourselves to the side, we listened to the voices — Minister Fudge and Professor Snape — walking briskly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase.
"... only hope Dumbledore's not going to make difficulties, " Snape said, "The Kiss will be performed immediately?"
"As soon as Macnair returns with the Dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we've got him at last... I daresay they'll want to interview you, Snape... and once young Harry's back in his right mind, I expect he'll want to tell the Prophet exactly how you saved him... "
Harry clenched his teeth beside me and I soon caught glimpse of Snape's smirk.
Fudge passed our hiding place, we hadn't done well to disguise ourselves, all we'd done was press our bodies to the wall, hoping for the best. Their footsteps faded.
We made sure to wait a few moments to make sure they'd really gone, and then started to run in the opposite direction. Down one staircase, then another, along a new corridor — then we heard a cackling ahead.
"Peeves!" Harry groaned, grabbing mine and Hermione's wrist, "In here!"
We tore into a deserted classroom to our left just in time. Peeves seemed to be bouncing along the corridor in boisterous good spirits, laughing his head off.
"Oh, he's horrible, " Hermione pressed her ear to the door, "I bet he's all excited because the Dementors are going to finish off Sirius... " She checked her watch, "Three minutes!"
