I feel rather sad today, but I don’t really have any idea why. I just don’t feel good I guess. Ha. It’s so hot in my room right now but all I want to do is cuddle with someone, even if it means we wake up a grossly sweaty mess.


"Harry thought fast, his scar still prickling, his head threatening to split again. Dumbledore had warned him against telling anyone but Ron and Hermione about the Horcruxes. Secrets and lies, that’s how we grew up, and Albus… he was a natural… Was he turning into Dumbledore, keeping his secrets clutched to his chest, afraid to trust? But Dumbledore had trusted Snape, and where had that led? To murder at the top of the highest tower…"