Cyril’s question hovered in the air for a moment.

His father sighed. “I don’t know for sure,” he started, “but I can guess. I know a little something about grief, and a lot about you, and I’ve seen a lot of the moments that led up to this one. You’re…” He paused, rubbing his forehead. “I’m not saying you’re a coward, Cyril, but you don’t always ( Read more... )

It’s been seven months since Cyril Cresswell fought in the battle that saw the end of Voldemort, nine months since he learned that the Snatchers had murdered his father, and a full year since he lost the girl he loved.
Only the girl he loved hasn’t been lost to death like his father. She’s still walking and breathing and living in her ( Read more... )

It’s been seven months since Cyril Cresswell fought in the battle that saw the end of Voldemort, nine months since he learned that the Snatchers had murdered his father, and a full year since he lost the girl he loved.
Only the girl he loved hasn’t been lost to death like his father. She’s still walking and breathing and living in her ( Read more... )

It’s been seven months since Cyril Cresswell fought in the battle that saw the end of Voldemort, nine months since he learned that the Snatchers had murdered his father, and a full year since he lost the girl he loved.
Only the girl he loved hasn’t been lost to death like his father. She’s still walking and breathing and living in her parents’ ( Read more... )

It’s been seven months since Cyril Cresswell fought in the battle that saw the end of Voldemort, nine months since he learned that the Snatchers had murdered his father, and a full year since he lost the girl he loved.
Only the girl he loved hasn’t been lost to death like his father. She’s still walking and breathing and living in her parents’ ( Read more... )