It was truly maddening how small one room could seem. A dingy cell that you couldn't even crawl in but you didn't have the strength to walk either. The demons kept trying to steal his memories - his memories! The very things that made him who he was! Summers at the estate with his old brother who would visit, Christmas holidays spent in France with ( Read more... )

The evening was cool though truly warm for a November evening. The year was 1998 and Rodolphus was loathe to hear the news that his wife's disgusting little assistant had brought to him. He was to go to Hastings and hide out there, keeping his senses open for any news of Potter. He had all ready spent so long of this damned war away from His Bella ( Read more... )