Who knows how, feel free to dream. Do not have nightmares, or disembodied voices to fill the mind of cruel sentences. Owning an unconscious level that never lead to the light and dark presences old and sad memories.
thought of this, Harry, lying on the bed with his hand to his forehead. The burning sensation in the scar was passing, thanks to the cool wind blew from the open window. She felt exhausted, with no desire to move from that position. With anger, thinking about how to screen the presence of Voldemort from his mind, to avoid being his puppet. But there was really a way? Living with the hiss of a snake in the head I would not wish anyone ...
He read the letter from Sirius, who counseled patience and calm, not to feed the fears, because it was what Voldemort wanted. His godfather was away somewhere, with Buckbeak, Harry, but that letter brought back a few weeks, when Black was at his side, and watched all the Hogwarts castle in the moonlight, planning a life together. Already, the moon ... Had it not been for that night, maybe now would not be there, number 4 Privet Drive, with the aftermath of yet another nightmare to keep him awake. He decided to forget about it.
The hours passed, Harry was tired, wanted to sleep but could not fall asleep. He then left the bed and went the window. The night sky was calm and peaceful, and that was to calm a bit 'its concern. Despite everything he tried to relax and imagine Sirius fly to her window in the back of Buckbeak, and then set off together, leaving behind the old Chamber of Dudley and a lot of thoughts that would fill even the most capacious think tank, avoiding to make a question of scar.
He read the letter from Sirius, who counseled patience and calm, not to feed the fears, because it was what Voldemort wanted. His godfather was away somewhere, with Buckbeak, Harry, but that letter brought back a few weeks, when Black was at his side, and watched all the Hogwarts castle in the moonlight, planning a life together. Already, the moon ... Had it not been for that night, maybe now would not be there, number 4 Privet Drive, with the aftermath of yet another nightmare to keep him awake. He decided to forget about it.
The hours passed, Harry was tired, wanted to sleep but could not fall asleep. He then left the bed and went the window. The night sky was calm and peaceful, and that was to calm a bit 'its concern. Despite everything he tried to relax and imagine Sirius fly to her window in the back of Buckbeak, and then set off together, leaving behind the old Chamber of Dudley and a lot of thoughts that would fill even the most capacious think tank, avoiding to make a question of scar.
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