Squashed like a bug, pulverised by a rock.
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Stories by Dusksweets
the less I know the better
A year after the tragedy that was the last night at Hackett's Quarry summer camp, the ex-counsellors find the...
You could write me someday, and I...
12 Grimmauld Place was as cold and lonely as the day Sirius Black had left it - and yet, here he was. Back wi...
You & Me, Always Forever.
A Christmas gift for my beautiful pookie, I love you so much girl and I hope you enjoy this! Merry Christmas...