July 22 nd , 2004
He thought about opening the envelope that first night, after noticing that it had been opened and resealed (how curious), but ended up throwing it back in his trunk instead.
He thought about opening the envelope two years later, on a despondent winter's night when the pressures of being an assassin were pummelling his will to live to a pulp.
He thought about opening the envelope almost a year later, after she was captured and brought to the Manor and he heard her screaming in absolute agony on his parlour-room floor.
And he thinks about opening it now, after the Prophet arrives at his desk first thing that morning and the front page bares the headline NARCISSA MALFOY FOUND DEAD IN HER BED, CAUSE UNKNOWN.
She was, perhaps, the only person he had ever loved and felt loved from in return. And now she was gone. And he couldn't even remember their last conversation.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
