Language shapes the world, for good or for evil. In silence, wounds fester and arguments begin. And what are wars but arguments out of control?
||2014 Dobby Winner: Best Quote; 2014 Golden Snitches, Silver: Best Romance, 2013 Silver: Best Romance, Best Slash||
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We are all prisoners in some form, some physically but others mentally bound by our own sanity, anger, guilt and regret.
Written for Laura (Aphoride) Christmas ‘17
3rd Place in F.R.O.G.S 2018: Friends/Family
Albus Dumbledore does not see a pair of socks.
For the Every Word Counts Chalennge, Courtneyd's Uncomfortable Challenge, and Kenpo's Instrumental Music Challenge.
banner by Ande @ tda
For CrimsonQuill's Strong Female Challenge
Kendra Dumbledore would do anything for her daughter.
Wings arc from your body as you begin to soar, rising and curving towards the sun as it filters down towards you through the ink-blue sky.
Water fills your lungs in a steady drip, drip, drip, and you are drowning instead.
That summer was your fairytale, Albus, your flight from reality.
This is your story.
Yours, and sometimes his.
Beautiful Banner by badlandr @ TDA
His lips tingled with the phantom of Gellert's kisses.
History is written by the victors, to their specifications. Not all of history fits within them.
These are those parts which do not.