XXI
And alas. Where have all my pretty ones gone? I've one two nice and neat in this spiderhole home. A family dog and Rosielove. But where are all the soul-eaters and demons? Where have all my pretty ones gone? I must pause until you all return to me.
Countrymen, countrymen, any thoughts of home? There's a Sirius Black, all young and a libertine. There's a Nymphadora and a Potter who knows his future like the back of his hand. Who else? I've been gone. There's always things to be improved, you see.
But at least I have my Lord.
Countrymen, countrymen, any thoughts of home? There's a Sirius Black, all young and a libertine. There's a Nymphadora and a Potter who knows his future like the back of his hand. Who else? I've been gone. There's always things to be improved, you see.
But at least I have my Lord.