HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks part3 by Peregrinus5Floh, literature
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HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks part3
Part 3 A clue about the glue of life and death
" Oh this is pointless!"
George sent the (worthless) book of "13 trailing Tales through the Afterlife" by Sergej Drabschnevskovich Jr, flying across the room so it violently hit the wall, where it started to boohoo with several spooky voices and dark shadows rised and circeled around it.
He put down his violet protective-goggles. ( He had taken at least the minimum of safety measures before poking his nose into books that apparently took you on a trip trough the limbo, which, as the author himself kindly points out in the prologue, might be an unique experience and he would not take responsibi
HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks by Peregrinus5Floh, literature
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HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks
Part 2 of my mission to re-Fred with the help of the Weasleys...
Some die, others...well not just yet
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For a couple of minutes they were all just standing there in the middle of the living room watching Mr. Weasley watch the old clock.
He was thinking.
Each of them were ready to do whatever he planned on doing.
After those minutes of silence he turned and let his eyes wander over their strained faces.
Percy, who was standing in the corner the furthest away was the last on whom their fathers scrutiny lingered and what it appeared to him as well,
HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks by Peregrinus5Floh, literature
Literature
HPFANFIC:Nerves of stainless candy sticks
SOME RE-FREDDING WORK IN PROGRESS
Part 1
Twin-killing stars
" Molly, dear! " whispered Mr Weasley.
He took a few more steps into the room, carefully trying to balance his weight off the creaking floor boards.
Mrs Weasley stirred.
Her body was crouched between the old armchair and the bed.
Her head hung awkwardly in midair.
Finally he reached the bedside.
After he put down the tray, carrying two steaming mugs and a number of remarkable uneven cutted appleslices onto the bedside table, he gently placed his hand on his wifes' shoulder.
By his touch Mrs Weasley flinched so hard that she almost send the tray behind her flying to the g