Here you see the first Mischief of the collection.
This is for MaarLeen, who made me discover ff's world and makes me happy writing her Twilight fanfiction. Thank you, dear.
Now I lost them forever
Harry took his head between his hands, unable to avoid tears to drop through his face.
He felt lost. How was he supposed to live without them? He saw the scene clearly inside himself: they were gone, that horrible and cursed being had broken them. Broken, exactly how he felt now.
Unstoppable memories had begun to flow: they had been with him from the beginning, they had faced all the difficult situations in which he had irresponsibly involved them.
He realized he had his sight unfocused. But he would have got his revenge.
He stood up with a spring.
"Damn, Crookshanks, look what you've done to my glasses!"