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anything, why deny it, haha), just Cronch!, twilight moments sex with paranormal powers, and some went as appearing and disappearing for days, commitment, desire and fatigue. But all great. As it was in this virgin of those left on the internet, I can say I repeat now that I am deflowered. Let's see if we do it in September, which is organizing Dry. So far, the news of the

Xuntanza
, as they say in my country.

Anyway, it's summer. July, to be exact. And I always feel a catharsis at this time of year. Interestingly, I'm not making plans for the new year (you know, that stuff's good intentions when you have a blank year

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mately.

"But we must lead by example. It is a mistake to distinguish
as they do, "argued Molly.


"They had no trouble distinguishing in the past, George hue. Do not be fooled now that they should do Paripe.

What really considered a grievance was being invited, and when George made it clear, crystal, would not consent to their parents to attend this event ("They killed your son!" If you go, do not expect me ") whole family got into a discussion on how to solve it. Someone had to go, that was clear. But who? "Let go," suggested Ginny Percy suddenly, when everyone had lost hope of reaching an agreement.


Eight pairs of eyes fell on her and the redhead she nearly choked on his coffee.


-will be a joke ...

"No, it's perfect! Ron exclaimed. Go you and you get to Harry. It is the perfect answer to his invitation.
Harry would not go to that wedding ever.
"If you ask him, go.

The band is playing to entertain the guests while the bride and groom arrive. Although it is October heat ray, and Harristalinos blue eyes.
-

Ginevra ... "he says in a cold tone, stiff as a wire while elegantly stretched arm to shake his hand. How he hates to use his full name. Your full name sounds to problems, his mother's scolding or really serious issues. Is tempted to correct it, but had been too rude. Prefer to continue talking. We're glad you came. It is an honor for us to have guests.

uncomfortable. Something in the eyes of Narcissa says he suspects she is aware of the outcome that was the last battle at Hogwarts. The two I know, but there is no motivation or confidence to talk about it.

and be so serious, "he says, say, not knowing what words are appropriate in such a situation.

- Who are you? Astoria asks sharply. What do you want? I told you outta.

exactly like Malfoy ...

-Say you're in luck and I'm an angel who has come to rescue. Astoria

stop mourn. Squints and looks up and down with disdain and coldness. Seems to have recognized who is ahead.

"You're a Weasley ... I said you were coming, but I do not believe it.

And you're a Malfoy, no doubt about italfoy not considered worthy of his son.

"Whatever," replies Slytherin girl with jingle.

Angry with herself, she turns away and opens the door. Now. Leaves. And you can fell the sky above with all its stars, who do not think wasting a single minute in Astoria GREENGRID help.

But when you're already halfway out, four words, four discouraging words, the force stopped short.

"He does not want me ...

The redhead turns to see the desolation in the eyes of Astoria. Two deep blue eyes by thick tears falling down her flushed cheekLXC - and everything! To you ... To you you have not been bred to have an arranged marriage! Your parents do not care clothe with second-hand clothes!

Touché.

Then clench your teeth and feel like across the face. Has gone too far and those words sound too Malfoy, Slytherin deeply. Again flirting with the idea of going and once again feel foolish trying to talk sense to those who refuse to reason.

But Astoria seems to understand that has crossed the fine line between confidence of political correctness, because then says

-did not mean to offend. You know what I mean.

Cnríe. On one side, a curvilinear smile is a warning of what comes next, but Ginny does not know yet. The very idea makes you tickle parties did not know existed.

leans forward, dodging the dress that makes a barrier between it and the red of his desire, and a hand grabs Ginny's head to sink their lips in a kiss. Soft first, needy and violent then kisses her hard Astoria, seeking his tongue, wild, because for the first time doing something you really want. What she encouraged him to do.

A shiver runs through the back of the redhead. Stabbing traitor. Attempts to move, get away from the kiss, but can not. It has been thatrde below the white tulle. Astoria arches his body to rest your head against the mirror. Squeeze your eyes and says his name aloud. Sounds strange and erotic at the same time.

- Ginevra ...

-Ginny-corrects again. What's mania with Ginevra

...

The Slytherin grits his teeth and hissing like a snake pants. Ginny still stroking and eats like a lion, while he asks the ear if you like what you are doing. For answer gets another gasp, so I think that after all must be on the right track. Mostly because her moans intensify, and your stomach tightens like the stringsa guitar before your body to relax completely, indicating that the tune that plays over. Astoria is then bites her lip, and looks bewildered. His eyes twinkle at the memory of who is ahead. Think, in short, just to fuck a Gryffindor and that is far worse than letting a Malfoy planted. You blush and lower basin. And up the nose, very dignified. Shoulder block. Walk safe. He turns away and returns to look in the mirror to get the dress.

"Not a word of it, Weasley," he says, squinting in anger.

"Honey, are you there?

The two girls turn thehead. Look at the door. Scared to death. Astoria is unkempt, has the makeup smeared after crying and rosy cheeks for another run that has nothing to do with the tears.

"It's my mother," she whispers. Hide!

The only place that comes to mind is the toilet. The redhead hides when the door is open. Astoria disguises, pretending to be primping in the mirror.

- Astoria! Can you tell us what are you doing here? Mother-trona upon entering. Everyone is waiting for you! Ginny

silent, listening. Probably she has lowered her head, accepting their fate with resignation, claiming moreElto long run and similarly, hastily, clutching her dress with both hands to avoid tripping over him in his little walk to the altar. But before he has pushed against the door, he gave a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear is what I should have said from the beginning.

"Thank you," he said. Something a Slytherin never would tell a Gryffindor, unless you really feel or who had drunk from it completely. And Astoria is gone, drunk as a liquor Cuba sweeter on this earth: the Ginevra.

The invisible friend femslashero miss_black91 requested a Lily / Bella.

As some know, long ago that this idea was around my head. I've given a thousand turns. Has long been gathering dust in my head. Then, on my computer. At first I did not dare to write it and then had to fit what I wrote did not like a horn. In short: it was unbearable to me because these things are great (I have no problems with recognition) and it is the first time I write something of this caliber.

Bellatrix and I do not llevam well. The drama gives me bad. The anxiety I feel worse. Terror is not my thing. And in my fics there are always hints of humor, laughter, flowers, hearts and other toy items. But, hey, here it is. I managed to write something a little more dark, and I want to be brave enough to publish it. If anything, this literary suicide I submit that due to the fact that sometimes I need to try new things. And you do not like, do not look, ea!

* WARNING *

A risk that I tachéis of mental degenerate, and to warn mariners that has everything: rating for adults, Femslash, angst, drama, profanity, violence and certain dyes necrophilia (yes, you readBut, equally, your help has helped me a lot and deserves applause for it. Rinse all that was necessary to clarify, I proceed to leave the fic ...

Title: Causa Mortis

Fandom: Harry Potter

Claim:

Bellatrix / Lily

Gender:

drama / angst Extension: one-shot

Warnings: ALL. Only older

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was time. Oh, I could not believe it had been so easy, so ridiculously simple. Those stupid wizards and confident, always thinking that his courage was pathetic enough to save them. But this time nothing and no one would be able to protect them. This time was near, more than ever, just a few steps separating him from crushing the last stone in his way. "But ...

Lord Voldemort stopped in his tracks. Were just two seconds in which to lay her dark eyes on hers, Bellatrix knew he was wrong. I could feel the silence in the room, thick, alive, palpable, a silence so intense that you soaked to the skin and forcesl barrel of his chest, waiting for a signal. It was difficult, but managed to wait patiently, watching for any movement to occur within the Potter's house. Just seconds later, an explosion of green murderer hit the glass of the windows downstairs.

That was it: the first weed had been torn.

The traitor of James Potter was dead. DEAD.

Bella laughed with all his might, and in the interior of the house, joined Lord Voldemort joy. His laughter, devoid of life, froze everything in its path as his body floating rose to climb to the second floor. - You! He shouted when he saw Lily, who had pressed her son coza hanging over the roof of the Potter. Smiled pleased with the haunting loneliness of the road and a few seconds later he again saw flash of green light that made his heart pumped hard. This time he had been on the second floor. riddance, small .

Then something strange happened. Bella frowned when he saw a third glow immediately after the second. Three

. Ray had been three, not two, as she had been waiting to happen. A wave of unbridled pride ran through her body to understand what had happened. None had been able to understand the vehement opposition of Snape. His stammer, the aspavieadolescents accessing their wishes not to kill the Dirty Blood. Incomprehensible. He had never agreed to any of your prayers and yet now he was awarded the stupid desire to Snape, of all people.

But it was not just jealousy that had awakened him inconceivable that episode, but was convinced that Lily Potter could cause problems. Alone or with the traitor of her husband, was not trustworthy. Therefore could not pass up a triumphant smile when I see the three rays, he realized that Mudblood had also fallen.

The Lord had fulfilled the purposes of his fate and the idea of witnessing the desperation of Severus Snape was absolutely delicious. I could not wait to seeand tried to help him. Dead or alive, still had a pride to protect. Then opted to give a strong kick in the hip. His body did not move, but there was no protest, and the pallor of her face hinted that life was leaving him little by little, as the thief who is fighting to get through the back door carrying a very heavy loot. His skin was beginning to be blue, and one of his eyelids, semi, it held the target of an eye that did not look at any particular location. He smiled with relief was dead, could not be otherwise.

Bellatrix hit the palm of your hand with the wand as a teacher would have to rule that a student plans to flog. He walked in circles, enjoying the view dnda plant. I was sure.

can not.

She froze, trying to find a reasonable explanation for life to manifest bellowed. But she had seen! He had seen three rays! Three! Three Avada Kedavra!

Bella's eyes opened wide. If the child was alive was because something had cut short his plans, something unexpected that had not provided with sufficient caution. He ran upstairs, nervous, terrified by the anvil of panic in her stomach was so heavy that annihilated its always determined steps. followed the cries of the creature and finally entered the bedroom. There it was. There was the body of Lily Evans, the wife of Jam. Frantically looked everywhere and a white stained red veins around his pupil.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

and stuffed animals ... The Possessed stuffed animals that had probably bought the Potter to make your child smile. Smiling ... he thought he saw one of them was spending one of those stupid smiles on those sweet lips sewn to its spongy and fluffy head.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

believed mad. The idea of reducing dust that tender child's room began to grow inside. It was ironic that his Lord had met his end there. Refused to believe it. He took a few unsteady steps and his feet stumbled over a small broom. Cried your heart outsought whence the sound and fixed his eyes on a doll-shaped clock. He was wearing a wizard robe and tilted his head like a robot from side to side, while his plastic lips opened to sing the same words:

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus

.

His heart gave a drum roll. Tired of this circus, pointed the wand and threw a fire

which reduced to ashes by burning paint wall hanging.

- My Lord! -Cry again, wandering aimlessly around the room and turning everything in its path. Books, toys, papers on the floor collapsed under the weight of his wrath.

walked back to the window, beside which was the cradlena mother for her child. As if two parts of a whole is involved, a white light illuminated Lily Potter and a thick cloud of the same color left his body lying on the carpet.

daze, what was already a reflection of the soul of Lily, tried to be felt, but his hands were met with a disembodied mass. In the depths of his being he knew, but now had been able to ascertain she was dead.

Lily looked to the right and found that hooded figure. Tall, slender, his face partially covered and those gestures canine, a dog sniffing for prey. She stifled a groan when he realized who it was. He remembered the Longbottom, their perpetual stay in the hospital, how he had been tortured toCerles losing her sanity. He also reminded the magicians whom he had killed with that wand demonized, smeared with blood and suffering of many victims who had executed her. Excessive cruelty was comparable to that of Voldemort himself, and could only be a reason for her to be there: kill Harry, murder his only son if she could not stop it.

momentarily paralyzed by fear when he saw Bellatrix's hands had grasped the bars of the crib. The was squeezing so tightly that his knuckles had been white. Determined to defend his son, stood between the Death Eaters and the small bed.

- Get away from it! He shouted to two feet deseaba while Harry appreciate their presence crouched beside her and began to whisper kind words in his ear.

-Quiet, small, quiet, "he said, not believing what she was saying. Everything will be alright. Mom is here, my life. Mom is here ... And it will prevent you from getting hurt. She is never going to leave.

The baby's crying intensified when they noticed the warm and heavy breathing of Bellatrix licking her face. The Death Eater felt like strangling him with his own hands, manually complete the mission that his Lord had begun. Longed for the glory, it is her who fulfill the designs of the greatest wizard of all time. He had given his life to Voldemort and would not allowa brat who ruined his reign now that were so close to doing. But seeking revenge, as if doing choke off to confess what had happened minutes earlier. He stretched his arms and directed, taut as a wire, into the fragile neck of the child.

- NO! Lily yelled, in despair.

But then Harry raised his small little arms in a plea to take it into his lap and the Death Eater's face fell. In his eyes the brightness of panic appeared to him back quickly. Lily immediately understood what had made him recoil. Harry was afraid, afraid to touch her and that made him sigh with relief. Bellatrix panic could give them a few minutesvery valuable to someone to come to rescue his son.

If this kid really had ended with a magician as the Dark Lord, what I could do anything with it?, Bella thought. It would be best not to let the touch, closer to a minimum.

forgotten again that she was dead, Lily tried to take the child in his arms to protect his chest, but when you try to hug her hands together in the air through the tiny baby's body. Startled, she turned to face Bellatrix and then saw that gleam in his eyes that could only mean one thing: the Death Eater would not give up. That was the crazed brilliance that preceded the torture he had so often applied to other magicians.

Bellatrix

craved revenge, he could feel. Breathed in that awkward silence that could be cut with a knife, broken only by his breath and cries of his son.

saw that his eyes rested with delight in her, in the body that had left a few minutes ago. I was walking in circles around him, smiling, smiling maniac. Itself was cold, pale, slightly bluish skin for life gradually giving way left to die.

approached Bella and her lips broke into a dangerous grin that had little to do with a smile. "Well, well, look at this," he heard himself say aloud, with mock sweetness. He knew it was

ar his pathetic life with a flick of his wand.

It was late, but could also count, recreation to be the only witness to his fall. So he continued talking loudly, crazy, death while impersonating Harry shout themselves hoarse in his crib.

black eyes rested on him and was glad to see that the child had been incorporated and now was watching the whole scene through the bars. Lily tried to save this horrific vision covering his eyes. But it was useless. Whatever he did, was not going to deprive her son of her dead while Bellatrix mocked her.

"Oh, is not it adorable? Poor creature an orphan, "she told Harry, you should be ashamed, Bloodcide disfigure or shatter every limb of his body, but it was too painful to feel useless and helpless when I was ready to give their soul for the child to survive.

However, Bellatrix was quite eventful. I had always enjoyed torturing his victims to force them to beg for mercy and although Lily was dead, did not care. Seemed to have found a reason to continue torturing and knew that nothing would be able to stop it.

Evans could not feel pain anymore, but your child does. And that was sweet revenge planned by the Death Eater, Harry Potter wanted to suffer, I wanted to destroy the memory of his family, it shattered disfiguring his dead mother. CHTMLX

if he were admiring a painting that she had unfinished finished, adorned with small details that highlighted her beauty. Dam

his schizophrenia and madness admired the work done with great satisfaction, as a painter who finds one masterpiece after years of arduous work. And she was an image so moving that he could not help leaning over her and gently move your index finger down one of the cuts, cleaning the blood with the yolk. A few drops began to slip by him when he was in his mouth and sucked it, tasting the bitter taste.

"Not bad, Sangre Sucia. I always thought that you would more ... unpleasant taste.

"No, no, enough, STOP! "Asked Lily, looking now, incredulousC

- Do not mind him, Harry! Shout with all your strength! "Lily went to his crib and tried to grab the little hand, although the baby could not feel it. Scream, child, please ... "pleaded screams. You have to scream with all your strength to come and save you. Make an effort, do it for Mom. Harry, please ... "Tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the floor of the carpet. It would have given anything for his son could hear.

The baby certainly seemed to try, but the spell had done his homework and his lips were articulated without any sound out of them.

Oblivious to the presence of his mother, Bellatrix took up where he left off and his eyes rested on her underwear. Seeing her comprendThe cute little Harry went to the boy What would you think of this your beloved father?

"I kill, crazy bitch, that's what I would do ...

Bellatrix's hands caressed her body gently, almost tenderly. Her skin was so delicate that he felt chills now that I knew him. Not only had got the baby does not lose detail while his mother was tortured, but now he was subjected to an even greater humiliation and, against all odds, I was really enjoying it. I never dreamed that a Mudblood could make you feel something. The adrenaline rush, tingling in your skin when you touch the silky meat sterile Evans, the need to have their artwork with their propias hands ... temporarily went crazy with that excessive possessiveness, control of the entire body of someone who had starred in the fantasies of many magicians. Lily Potter was his, was at his mercy and was going to do with it what he wanted.

"You like, right? He asked. RIGHT? Tell me what you like, you ungrateful bitch! Screamed, slapped with all his might.

- NO! - tell me!

- Fuck you, Bellatrix!

- my patience are exhausted, dirty blood! TELL ME THAT YOU LIKE!

Again and again, Bella slap the witch, as an inert head turning side to side. Huddled on the floor, Lily grabbed his temples with his hands and hid them in her lap. CHnd eye before pulling back the hood. We again see the faces. You can bet on it.

And without a second thought, jumped to the roof, and closed the window. Defeated, Lily dropped to the floor at the foot of the crib. With a trembling hand grabbed the bars and hit them head while two tears of relief streamed down his cheeks flushed: Harry was safe.

Outside, the shadow of Bellatrix he disappeared into the blackness of a night in which all take place with glee the death of Voldemort. All but the Potter.

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Rowling already have given the note. This woman never gets tired of being in the "candle"

PUBLISHED PHOTOS OF THE HOUSE OF JK ROWLING

reject the complaint against the press by the author of Harry Potter

ELMUNDO.ES

MADRID .- The same obstacles that the sister of the Princess of Asturias, Telma Ortiz, is finding the author of 'Harry Potter' in their desire to disappear from the media in his country.

The committee responsible for these claims in the United Kingdom has rejected the complaint filed by JK Rowling, author of the greatest saga of 'bestsellers' in everyones lawyers to fool a pencil ...

I really do not understand. Now complains, which is much in the newspapers. Well. Vale. Sometimes journalists are passed (eg, ..) and can even make your life hell. But I do not think that this time is to fly into a rage because, after all, she is a public entity.

What did you expect, Jotaká?

"Sell almost as many copies of Harry Potter and the Bible and then disappear off the map as usual? A bit unrealistic this approach, no? addition, darling with the following paragraph:

"However, the last battle of the boy wizard's creator has not found the same support asdo the house, Rowling? On a Brazilian favela pobración?

Let us be serious, please ...