No, no, it had started before that, it had to have, it started the first night we’d met, when he was waiting for me outside of Dumbledore’s office, when he’d recited facts and names and dates straight from Hogwarts, A History and I’d realized, even if I couldn’t admit it then, even if I couldn’t verbalize it just yet - I’d realized that there was someone else who had felt alone enough in a new place, a new world, to memorize all twelve hundred pages of that stupid stupid stupid fucking book -
Hermione about Tom (Nightmare by Provocative Envy)
Dec 31, 2016
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