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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
KNOCKTURN ALLEY First chapter so it is more like a prologue. Lato, a total stranger to most in knockturn alley, deals in dangerous animals...but gets caught by the wrong people - or the right people depending on how you look at it. |
2,756 | 6 |
| 2 |
NO.12, GRIMAULD PLACE. "...I'll give you it, if you explain to me exactly why four people dive into my house screaming and yelling, with out wands, while a daemon eats them alive...and one of them; a stranger, begins to beat up my elf and then asks me for a cucumber?..." |
4,492 | 3 |
| 3 |
...INTERLUDE... "...what could be called a smile fluttered on her pale lips for a moment as she was reminded her of a near perfect nostalgic day a lifetime ago..."Read and Review! x |
2,766 | 1 |
| 4 |
A MOMENT TO CLOSE "...His nerves were set on fire as her soft lips soflty fastidiously pressed against against his own rough lips, he hadn't kissed a girls for so long he forget how and unable to stop himself his hands ran through her sleek dark hair pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss..." |
3,851 | 3 |
| 5 |
... INTERLUDE ... ...she crawled carefully out of the window into the tempest and the icy cold that enveloped her skinny body clinging tightly to the loose drain pipe as the wind blasted against her she persisted and slid carefully down; escaping with a thud onto the back street of the house with ease and grace... |
4,163 | 1 |
| 6 |
OUT OF THE FRYING PAN AND INTO THE FIRE ... it had been too much, every smile that creased her pretty face, and every laugh that escaped her lips was another betrayal to her past. Her past, her memories were what Lato depended on, what she lived, ate, drank and dreamt of - they were what she breathed instead of air; because they were all she had left from a time when she had once been happy... |
3,566 | 4 |
| 7 |
HOME SWEET HOME? ...Lato lay, sweat shining on her forhead as she writhered and squermed as if she was having a nightmare. Her lips were slightly parted ushering moans of pain and her hair lay matted across the makeshift bed... |
1,443 | 2 |
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