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That was how Lucius Malfoy was. That was how Lucius Malfoy wanted his one and only son, Draco, to be. Arrogant, unreachable, and cold. Draco allowed himself to shiver a little. That was the man he used to look up to.

She falls into his abounding grace.

But really, she was already an angel to him. A broken angel, but an angel nonetheless. When she was feeling like herself, she would tell him things. About her repeated dream. That she was an angel, she was flying, laughing and glowing in the clouds. But then, the ghost of her past would catch up with her, and everything would rush back.

A beautiful witch, wearing trailing robes of yellowish gold, approached him. Her hair came down softly in golden curls, framing her face perfectly. Out of the four, she was the kindest, the most accepting of them all. She was the only one that accepted him.

I was just going to go inside. Harry was sleepy; it was time for his nap. But James’s words had stopped me dead in my tracks. “Harry, we’re not going to live longer, your mother and me.” an optional prequel/sequel to Brahm's Lullaby

I was certain he could read my mind when he finally spoke. “It’s hard knowing you’re going to die.” I was glad Harry had fallen asleep.

Hermione, Find out what magic really is, and you’ll rule the world.

“They’re in love, Molly. They’re not going to mess this up.”

Weasley children aren't exactly known for their sense of romance, or their compassion. So how exacltly do the Weasley children capture their lovers' hearts?

Arthur’s eyes widened with surprise. “Why this song?” he whispered in Molly’s ears. “It brings happy memories,” Molly replied. “I thought it reminded you of…death?” Arthur asked. “No, it reminds me of your love,” Molly smiled.