There are NO WORDS. Harry suddenly bolted out of the room, leaving behind everything in his haste. The canny old headmaster merely smiled.
I am all tongue-tied. (That's a kind of bondage. ~_^
I know this was not a giftfic for me (but I FELT like it was, you know?) So the below is for you, mystery author:
*SNOG* *kiss* *love* OHYESOMGSOGOODLOVELYKISSESAUTHORANDSNAPEANDHARRYANDNAGINIBCSHEDIDNOOOOTKILLANYONEYESSSSSSSS* I am very happy and YOU, mystery author, deserve more thanks than this pathetic comment bestows. I love you for everything Dumbledore tells Harry before that ‘End’ statement. I love you for the Snarry (and Snape loves you for it too. Grudgingly, though. That's okay though, right?)
Will I ever find out who this wonderful person behind the mask is? (Do I know you?^^)