|kuro (kuro) wrote in chimeracafe,|
@ 2007-10-26 02:04:00
|Current music:||Kelly Clarkson - Never Again|
He stared at the calendar. October31st, the day everything started. The day everything ended. Halloween, the day his spirit begun wandering the world and the day He put it back together. The man sighed, staring ahead. Everything was about Him, how he destroyed,revived and healed him.
It was his annual ritual. Ranting about him. But honestly, after 10 years it was getting tiring, and pointless.
Apparently Harry thought so too, for the next second arms found their way around his waist tracing odd patters on his stomach and wandering lower.
“Stop grumbling and come back to bed Voldemort.”