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Baba, God sent forth once he came out the miracle of Baba
God sent
something else after all could
To do well you
To do well you

Baba Lord God sent a peasant
is evidenced by the gesture of a peasant God

As a swing and blues and jazz
To keep the baby To make fun of baby
still mock
peasant must be
God sent me you had someone that you're

day and night God sent you to me

And with that just enjoy
the will of heaven, I am here
the will of heaven So I'm here
Pray for me .. :)!


Cats are the second party to the existence of
although it does not mean anything
night searching for shade for sin
cats go to the rooftops




Life is too short to drink wine vain ...
Life is too short to let love die ...
Life is too short, so as not to rush ...
Life is too short to not enjoy with it ...
[*]


- I think this game will still wild card, Severus.




Draco looked at the whiteness of her hand, clearly visible in the background of his black coat and was thinking about something else. About how everything has changed between them. Transformation came unnoticed, podkradły from behind, treacherously drowning out the pain of memories. He, Draco Malfoy has not fought against Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, he fought against the old school, old training, old generation. Against such as Alastor Moody.


- Any ideas? - Asked Malfoy sighed and commented on the prolonged silence of Gryffindor. - I beg you, not all at once!
- How can you scoff at this situation? - Harry snapped, finished with his own helplessness, panic and anger.
- Harry, calm down - quietly, but firmly said Hermione.
- Why do you defend him all the time? - Potter also attacked her.
- Potter, drama theater for missing you - threw cold Malfoy.


Magical World of quietly rocked in the cradle of the time. Everyone was happy, even the sky was pink - could it be otherwise, Masters of Weather is tried.
It was black. The blackest of black. Without one stars. In the air hung heavy scent of the approaching storm.
Quiet.
Empty.

Great theater was revived dream cudnym phenomenon that suddenly incarnated.
Perhaps this way he pronounced "you" in it caused a shiver down the spine, you let that turn around and laughed over the weak word "sympathy."
Anyway, it meant nothing. He was so perfect that she walked beside him, feeling like unearthly creature. Rather than overwhelm it outshine its own perfection, stretched over her part of his halo, so that Hermione dipped in it and for a moment forgot who she really is.


- But you're not a child anymore, Granger - said in an undertone. - You should be aware that the world is not divided into good and evil. In fact, they do not exist in nature. This is just what the middle, shades of gray. You made clearer, I'm darker. And that's all. Give meaning to other things, a lot less abstract. In our case - the blood. O ye noticed that you're right, we were under that we're right. So far, so we think. If the right would have only one party, the war could not exist. Of course, it is devilishly easy to reveal himself, you know, so pure Good and spit at all, and call the enemy, of course, absolute evil, and set all sorts of defects. And he, so scary, hairy, undoubtedly necromancer - is your love - the throne of skulls and other such, sits in his gloomy Zamczysko, while imprisoned in the dungeons of the beautiful princess. After gaining the castle by storm, the evil sorcerer is killed, the princess released her virtue and honor saved, and the main characters professionally kissing up against the red sunset. That's all, curtain, happy ending. A moving story, is not it? Winners not only do not think Granger. The winners write history, and yet, and then nobody would know whose turn was to become evil, and whose - the Good, Napoleon invaded Russia, whether it was the other way around? I am sure that the great leaders of the past, before calling another war, met and drew lots - who this time will necromancer, and who - a knight. Ha, and who is a princess. This time is no exception. The roles are clear, learned, and the seeded players in the corners. As the game: territory, sources of raw materials, money, locks. Heroes. One can sacrifice the lives of others is a prerequisite for victory. All disgustingly easy. However, something of eternal wyłamało scenario: ocaleliśmy. We did not want to submit to the will of the Director. We, the children of Slytherin, we are humble, nothing that you do not. We survived, but the price turned out to be beyond our strength. So far repaid bill hell, and yet we approach the end. And you are complaining about the lousy winning your fate? Do not you try be the loser, then you would know what it means to exist.








"If you drink with thieves
worry about your wallet
If you go on the dirty road
You can not get dirty feet ..."
"Take me, take the country in the world

from the rat race

bustle of the mouse, and if this country is
jump down from it until we go

forget this whole life ... "Nautilus Pompilius




- What a shame that it all in vain. - Scratchy and screechy voice, like a crone. - All death, devoted to pieces that have become just another names on the tombstones, the whole damn heroic pathos, to the last drop of blood, no pasaran ** and stuff! ... This whole game the crowd, the devil would have taken it! "Please, look, we're good at, it is true we kill, but they clean up after yourself, not what the wicked Death Eaters!" No, we were not heroes and fought poorly, but perfectly pretending. So good that even ye steadfast, believed that it lost to the. Imagine yourself? You know what's funny? You were two steps away from victory! But we pretended we were so exquisitely good that you also believed in the fairy tale, that evil is always defeated. Everyone knew who was evil. But the good it turned out to be a worm. Winners do not believe! The end justifies the means! Especially if it is noble and great. And we had just such a purpose. Based on these high-sounding slogans, we killed, have devoted - not himself, of course, and others - torturowaliśmy, łgaliśmy everyone and themselves. Anything just to win. Heroes must live. We won, we survived. We have succeeded, in spite of your superior forces. And what? We have something of it? Look at us, pathetic winners! Harry fell into alcoholism, Ron seduced his girlfriend and went to France, and I ... well ... for me all right, except that I do not live long, and vegetate. In addition, these murders! What we gained by this war? Disappeared hate? No, as previously burns me up inside when I look at you. All enemies frying in Hell? Probably not, especially when you stand me. Evil turned to dust? ... The answer to that is circulating somewhere in the dark alleys of London and the search for the next victim. So what we have achieved? The fact that the high szpilach Ministry flapping in the wind, red-gold, not silver-green flags? Dubious achievement. The Dark Lord, or Minister of Magic ... what a difference. This result alone. All the same, "the gnawing." But understand that in the murders at all costs, they will seek to frame you and your "subjects"? Yes, yes ... That is the law of power ... Each power regardless of whether she calls herself a bad or good, whatever. Power is power. Not distinguished by anything, but the benefits - more power, more money, more power. Do not like Malfoy? After all, you are in control, so well do you know! ...
- Stop!




- The green color matches the black - not very consciously noticed.
- Malfoy, every minute more and more surprises me.
- Believe me, I have not seen anything yet, is petite.


"Knock, knock, knock,
The Devil is at your door no
to invite him for a dinner -
His beasts will come for more. "

" Knock, knock, knock,
The devil knocks on the door
not invite him to dinner -
the beast will come after more. "
with English folk wisdom


hard to give up your ideals.
But even harder to live with him. Pansy doubted whether there was a woman in the world capable of conforming to life with Draco Malfoy and that he did not get tired after a week .
At this point relentlessly her thoughts returned to Hermione Granger. Auroratu This agent was concerned about her so much more than the Parkinson's itself was willing to admit in front of him. It's something in her eyes, his manner, including, as Draco opened the doors ... Wyleniała mouse, sludge, a friend of the famous Harry Potter ... Had no chance. But ...
was always some "but". Who can predict what will make the last of the Malfoys? ...


- I did not know that it is Bluebeard's castle - she whispered, barely squeezing by the dry words of incomprehensible desire throat. - You should have warned me before, where there is a room with corpses, Malfoy.

saw how his eyes widened slightly in surprise, and the corners of the narrow paragraphs lifted up.

- You're full of surprises, Granger - he said with a strange satisfaction in his voice. - I absolutely can not calm down. Well, you get what you want.
- Like what?
- Several full-day experience in my company, which definitely do you good, ma chere. - He smiled and his eyes pląsały diabliki.




Fallen kings too often report on a gold silk rope plate, as it likes to talk and Pansy Parkinson as evidenced by a burning hatred of Charles Avery's eyes, which seemed to blow through Malfoy.
boy had grown up.


- The nerve of it! ... - Harry suddenly snapped back into space. Space nasty silence giggled, winked at him and flew to dance, where reason ends.


"[...] let's not get through the vows to the dark of night, who has not seen yet dark. "
- JRRTolkien


It was like magic. But not this one, excited light movement różdżki, a inna – mroczne, odurzające czary gdy hipnotyzująco grzmi szamański bęben, a powietrze staje się tak gęste i nasycone otumaniającymi oparami, że aż dławi w gardle.



Toż to piekło, a ja w nim.
Christopher Marlowe*


Za dwie doby znów zapłoną stosy, Harry… Lepiej, żebyś miał kogo rzucić w ogień. W innym wypadku, Ministerstwo samo wybierze, wiesz?…


Trzeba czegoś innego. Lecz w tym celu Malfoy będzie zmuszony zweryfikować wszystkie swoje wbijane od dzieciństwa zasady i priorytety. Cóż, nic strasznego. Już long embarrassing flick them from dust.


on sinful earth slowly sank in the indigo night. The wind danced between severe portierami the windows open, the guests scattered throughout the halls, capturing a small group, talking in a low voice ... Neither would be a failure - conspired. What else could make withdrawal on a side track criminals? Draco laughed silently passed between them, shaking their head, but nowhere without stopping. Conspiracy - a good thing ...



If God does not issue a bill, it will issue ourselves.


- Now is a debt of blood - Pansy said quietly, sitting on the chair again. - Draco should avenge Sheila, otherwise ... otherwise, you know what will. Fallen kings do not live too long.
- Yes - said Zabini. - For all of us hard times.
- Will they ever be light? - The woman's face appeared on a dark smile. - Times change, but we are always difficult. Certainly it's a bad fate; another price we pay for the clean blood.
- Is not she too high? - Blaise whispered, meeting her gaze on.
- Do this, as we all do. - She smiled crookedly. - Do not think about it, and everything becomes easier.


. Deservedly or not - what's the difference? There will be after him crying. Nothing and nothing, did not drink coffee together, breaking bread with no nonsense and the like ... They'll put him, then they put it, he's been a long time he should sit in Azkaban. Draco Malfoy is not an innocent lamb