It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That

Always Have A Vivid Imagination, For You Never Know When You Might Need It.

And He Knew That At That Moment, They Understood Each Other Perfectly, And When He Told Her What He Was Going To Do Now, She Would Not Say ‘be Careful’ Or ‘don’t Do It’, But She Would Accept His Decision Because She Would Not Have Expected Anything Less Of Him.

But Death Was Cunning.

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.