Stories by willingtodream

“Flying again Potter?” he nodded running a hand through his messy hair. Lily suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and growl “I suppose when you kick off, it must add to your ego thus ever increasing your big head Much to the red head’s annoyance he smiled

His companions, rage, depression, hate, jealousy… they were gone… and they had taken happiness and love from him, instilling only confusion.