An interrogation I had the other day. The questions din't terrify me. I knew what would be posed. But the answers did. For I knew not what to answer.

When and why have you started this ?
Is it worth a kill ?

The kill of time and some desires.
I firmly said "yes", without further explanation to myself.

It was a part of me pestering the whole me. That which looked like a dementor exasperating to suck my willingness. Had I no magic wand to vanquish it but my vision I made clear to it.

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Just as he tore her shirt, a beam of light startled both of them and out of the darkness emerged the silhouette of her saviour.

That night she finally understood that fantasies are not always imaginary, some find their patronus in the real world too.

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I got a kiss
Longest I ever had
It wasn't the sadness
It was the blank coldness
Felt a part of me go inside
The despair in me came to life
The darkness in me came to power
Yes it was from a dementor.

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I wish I ever thought of you
As a dementor
You thrived on my soul
Leaving me dead inside
I loved you even in the depths
Of darkness and despair
You always said that
You wanted me
But never my sadness?
The reality is that
Love is not a contract
It’s a promise,
That has certain conditions
It either makes you stronger
Or you die in the agony
This is the real life
This is the real love
This is no wizardry
And I’m no Harry potter

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