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first day of work finished, gone. I enjoyed it from, but it is a job. one of those who get tired, and you wonder why you do it long. so today I said ok, so funny, I'll have a lot to learn from this (golden boy inside!) But two months eh, that more is insane.
not bad at all, after you earn well (they pay me a month but damn damn you!) And little can be done, but then .... it's almost less tiring the castle!
or really I could go only with a part-time, or perhaps stop, who knows. or maybe I will continue, I'll get used, do not feel more tired and will become the PERFECT JOB.
then mica is easy. on the one hand they say sell, sell, SELL!, other want to be an exemplary job, one that will not break my balls chased around the shop and ask if you need help not even be delayed. I hate those who do that and when I find them not later than the shop where I found the job-wound. then n'1's purpose is: Do not break my balls, come on, true, you can do it!

soon I hope with good news!
and tomorrow I finish the dress Narihira, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
ethnomusicology and tomorrow ... f ** m'è remained just a lesson that I can follow, at least that let's go! The

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mioproblema basically is that I can not write a serious post. Sometimes it takes me the urge to write ... but usually when I just can not and do not even have a tiny piece of paper or anything that could remotely resemble a pen to write down my thoughts.
So .. then I say to myself when I get home and write .. nice blog .. I think of those where people talks about his day at mo 'diary, or your dreams or boh .. I put myself in front of the pc .. thousand windows open all at once and this .. but I can not ever nothing to write .. I can not even poor idea ... or if I try to throw it on the end tell you something funny. I can not take me seriously, nor me, nor what I could possibly write ...
I think it's the same mechanism of self-defense of those who, when something happens that is not positive, he jokes about.
I've always found these really cool people, in short, people who do not mourn him, they know what's worse, never bother to ask me stupid things ... but ... when need be .. will bother? or have become unresponsive?
'Too many emotions /
make insensitive /
too many emotions /
make impassive'

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c'aveva Leopardi reason, we must stop hoping, you first! To me it makes me

deceive me. Flatter myself that I loved this year was different .. it was all more dynamic not only in appearance, in substance and that really, really, really, would not have come these days sad and dark.
do not know why ... I saw, I saw things, some things , done differently. Some achievements, some new friends, of course .. also some hope disappointed, but I was raised right away ... the promises are never kept, ricordiamocelo, let alone if they are kept opportunities which have opened up suddenly in front of to us .. why .. and for what? you go forward with recommendations, anyway ..
Well .. I believe diversity, and very different this year ... and I'll finish ...
no .. I mean ... It will not end as usual this year sprint, do a thousand things, are independent and, above all .. COLD WILL NOT .. and .. I will if I do not even accrogerò .. .. because I'm stronger in every point of view!
Sunday, November 23, the cold, what you thought you had come in mid-October, I mean COLD, ... the real one is here.
And I start my sad life .. in symbiosis with the heater. The skin of the back Hot, fused with the sweater, now one with the metal painted dirt of my heat source.
But it will pass, pass ... more or less in June. On 3.

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With the best dressed winner with 89 points, a sorpresissima:

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ADavid Beckham is still shaken from previous quarrel and decided to go to work alone without talking to anyone. The others are relaxing having a chat.

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hydrophobic facebook!

W grammar course .. always good to pay their respects from the title! Returning to the subject .. what to say, because of a rumor I enrolled in the swirling world of facebook, and then gradually I started to attend, including the fascinating opportunity to see people who do not meet again for years, and that I see you again in a small photo, and exchange a few words on their boards .. Beautiful, eh, for heaven's sake ... but 'us a' apisco 'na .. if not, eh true, top with the words! I wanted to say anything .. I do not understand anything ..
first trip I went in to try to understand what the hell were sti gift, that every day I rained from all over .. and over ... then I would say the greater thought to subscribe to one virtual community, the type : those who want to bury alive the kitten comma, or sd doll lovers, and even strangers added me ... I also added a guy to be honest ^ ^ .. and then test to test and test again .. then in a week I discovered that: Something About Mary was written based on me, but they are Ryuk, but sometimes also of the chick Vampyre Knight, MA are bad as Stalin and communist, and sometimes other I look like Jean Claude sensuality of the court. I'll end up in hell with a broken-down bus, but they are sexually compatible with my boyfriend 100% (yes, this means that interest me and I write poems that even °_°), Saffo ...
Finally I fought for the secular Italian state, I created my own city, and facebook with a sophisticated test discovered that I am a nerd (but it '?)
Facebook is fun, after all, you can test idiots, you can review people who believed otherwise no longer exists ... perhaps substantially hate gift.Mi only clog the notifications page, and are Pallos. E then it's bullshit ... really believe that adhering to a cause on facebook could lead to something, right? Maybe to feel more in good conscience, or to remember when you sign up and a moment later .. ta-ta -ta-ta who is breaking up msn? ah, I just reply to ross ...
I did before? Boh ...

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There is a whole world around you my

every day and that you can not stop ...

I always thought it was true, for better or for worse ... so if I'm right or wrong in the world fregherà not care about me, will go on as it always has, or is ; the world to collapse, a Unless it does not directly touch me right, my only solution has always been: I move further away!
It is not so, let us, if you are still, if there interested in the world when they were shut up in your den out of necessity or by choice .. the world, at least what affects you directly, stops. Do not expect that someone will come and find not hope for good news if you do not risk at least a little '.
At least, it always happens to me, step by periods of lethargy and total times when maybe I decide to do something, not many, but one thing ... and suddenly a friend calls me on a journey that I put off for years, meeting new people, I make a theater course, give me a flyer for another free course close to home, I dye your hair blonde instead of a sciacquetta, unexpectedly became a brown (?!), I make friends at university, there is the summit of the forum .. so potential new friends, Sunday work, I was almost a flu, the gift that I have chosen is coming, and again and again ...
Possible?
Yet I always happens, maybe it's a matter of attitude, positive and negative energies that stimulate thinking about it so ... useless. Begin to do the rest, unpredictably, you da sè.

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The longest journey. The Philosopher's Stone: a hectic day

A hectic day

Professor Trelawney was sitting on his soft ottoman, intent on keeping his students through the thick lenses of his glasses bizarre.

In fact, the professor of Divination was bizarre.

Her mass of curly hair was partially tamed by a silk scarf tied behind the head, the ends of which flowed down to the thick belt that the bands life. The sunken face, thin lips put further enhance brown eyes, magnified by the lenses for its high myopia. For every move, you could hear the tinkling of crystal long earrings that dangled from her ears.

absently fiddled with her necklace, which he enjoyed to knot between his bony fingers.

Hynion hated Divination, when he got the ' tassomanzia time. To tassomanzia to drink tea. And she hated tea.

In fact, he wondered how he had decided to continue to study after the OWL

Not that she had never liked much, but there was no material to plug the hole in the new time hours.

He sent down the ' concoction with a ' disgusted expression, until leaving the bottom of a small amount of liquid and leaves, then spun three times what was left and inverted cup on a saucer giving three taps so that more leaves fall as possible.

Question. Uncertainty and change.

"What we are thinner ... hissed Hynion, payment of ' more tea. "I knew that already."

Clouds. Doubts.

"Are you going to turn over the knife for much longer?" Asked altered the pot is still hot, and Professor Trelawney looked up from his book.

"Any problem, my dear?"

"No problem," she snorted, and tried again for the third time to get a response.

Cardo, its ambitions: Snape. Pork, difficulties in a relationship with Snape. Capra, bad luck with Snape. Bat, disappointment: Snape. Ass, it must be patience with Snape. Cane, need for support: Cat Feather, more efforts should be made: To avoid deleting Snape. Fork, deviation from a target: by Snape. Eye, be careful: Snape. Canvas, complications: Snape. Gun, catastrophe: Snape. Violin, loneliness. Without Snape.

"But ... this ... the ... I know ... already, "snapped Hynion after the fourteenth cup.

Its bell jar was ' and over, and the last two times he even had to borrow to Catherine.

"Hynion Granger, are you sure you feel good?" He asked again Trelawney. "It seems so strange,"

Heaven.

If Trelawney even considered it strange, must have been really bad.

"I'm not really sure," admitted Hynion, he felt a full stomach as a dam.

"Then go out and get some ' d' fresh air, dear," she said, before returning to his inspection. "The accompany you, Miss McKey?

" You do not seem to have exaggerated? " scolded Catherine, when they were far enough away from ' classroom. "Fourteen cups of tea are too many even for those who love him. Just imagine for you. "

" Do not ask ... murmured Hynion, sick, and leaned against the sill of stone.

"You can know what c ' was wrong in your forecasts? Eh?

She looked disgusted.

"Are you sure you want to know? Asked drawl.

"Tea makes you just a bad effect, my dear," sighed Catherine. "But yes, I know."

"Then." Hynion the point the ' index between the eyes. "First, they were not predictions, but facts." And lists them one by one the signs that were formed. Cat was listening impassively. "That is to say, I'm going through a period of doubts and uncertainties, because my ambitions are too high, I can not establish a relationship with him because of my bad luck and disappointment she feels towards me, so I need patience and support from you, try harder I could also set some other goal, but he is always there, behind the ' corner to complicate their lives, to make my life become a disaster and let me stay all alone. L ' oracle spoke ... and I feel like throwing up. "

" I'll go to the bathroom? "

"No. Waiting to access ' Potions classroom. "

*

'I-kappa-s is a spirit of amphibian f-gg-Japanese folklore, "the professor was explaining Quirinius Quirrell, standing behind his chair," c-dragging in the water v-animal and human victims m-mutilation and drown. "

" Mu ... you ... the ... king, "wrote Hynion softly, and pointed out many times that word. "I really want to do it."

"Now should c-ll-ll-read the book," replied the ' teacher. "Mr. Higgs S-, p-wants to try her?"

Terence Higgs rose from his chair with his book in his hands.

"Kappa live in rivers, lakes, ponds, but they have no problem to look for also prey on earth, "he read aloud. "Traditionally, the legends describe them as extremely evil, eager to devour the entrails of victims and drink their blood would be particularly fond of human liver. Nevertheless, they are also considered smart and worthy of respect. It is said that the ' humanity has learned ' art of healing broken bones from a kappa, which provided that knowledge in return for his arm, which had been ripped off during a raid. The members of Kappa, in fact, if you put down within a few days to become like new. Fully grown, a kappa has to ' about the size of a boy of ten years. He has scaly skin and a yellowish green color, the nose of a monkey and the back of a turtle, while the hands and feet are webbed for swimming easily. Its most striking physical characteristic is perhaps a hollow bowl-shaped head, which must always contain ' water, even if it is to keep the ground the supernatural powers and prodigious strength. The best way to overcome a kappa, therefore, is bowing repeatedly in front of him. Being a creature exceptionally friendly, you feel committed to do the same. After several bows, all the liquid will be poured from his head and he will be forced to return to his home water. A ' other strategy to tame a kappa is unwilling to offer the cucumbers, which, with ' is known, are his favorite food. They say that carving the names of family members on the skin of cucumbers and throwing them in water to protect people from the kappa, which, accepting the gift of cucumbers, they feel bound by a commitment of ' honor not to harm to their namesakes. "

" These Japanese are just weird, "she whispered Hynion Cat, and raised his hand to intervene.

'S-yes, Miss Granger? "

" Professor, it is true that in China the kappa are creatures born from ' meeting of a demon with a woman human? "he asked.

Raptor smiled smugly.

"E-correct."

"I also heard that they have eyes and red hair, and unlike the Japanese people as perfectly normal and live as men, although they powers. And who are considered a taboo, something unworthy. "

" C-course, "nodded the professor. "In this aspect q-cc ' is a vague similarity with the c-f-t the son of the witch-times of ' Inquisition. S-q-just that they were treated v-p-even worse. "He drew from his pocket a small scroll sealed with wax, and motioned him over. "C-P-deliver it to Professor Snape," he said softly. "C-there are m-my apologies for last night."

"But you should not apologize to No, "replied Hynion. "You're a teacher, and has every right to do whatever he wants whenever he wants!"

'S-yes, but do not want to create v-f-nn-trouble to anyone. C-believe me, Miss Granger, you better c-so. "

" How do you want ', then surrendered Hynion, took delivery of the message and headed for the ' Potions Classroom .

Hynion When he entered, Snape was pressed the first-year students. Hermione held his hand up for who knows how, but the professor had no intention to use them. Oh sure, typical of Snape. Its class, its rules, its reins. He commanded, the others were limited to run.

"Lower your hand, Hermione. You will not even talk about torture, "he informed, passing between rows of pews.

"Well, boys," he said in the tone ' teacher. "Today we're making a potion against the headmaster too impertinent."

"And maybe even for a wicked good teachers too," said Hynion, handing him the parchment. "A message from Professor Quirrell."

Snape pulled out of the hands it to him suspicious, opened it with little grace and gave her a quick read.

Hynion shifted my gaze to the class, which had remained to watch the scene in silence.

"You can say a Raptor," replied Snape through clenched teeth, "that I fully understood his reasons. All. "

"Can not you?" Hynion dared to ask.

"Riferiscigli conclude that our conversation ... in private."

"Yes, sir," she sighed, and went from ' classroom between hiss of his long coat.

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The longest journey. The Philosopher's Stone: A requiem for a nightmare

Requiem for a nightmare

Dark Night, dense trees and winding streets, afraid to be where he would never be payable.

Someone ' had called.

A seductive voice and the terrible ' was forced to leave the castle and enter the Forbidden Forest, losing in ' air in an evil hiss.

Hynion did not know as he walked, he did not know why he was there, the ' only thing that was certain was that was very different from those the ' had woken up without even touching her.

Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord of Terror and Wizards, the expected wrapped in his black cloak, standing before the corpse of a unicorn. The coat of white ' innocent had been violated by large streams of blood that slipped on ' grass had created a pool of silver and bittersweet.

She did not see his face. The moon was too weak, and not filtered through the thick foliage of the trees of the forest. And she was alone, alone as it had never been before.

Come to me ...

"Who are you?"

You know very well who are I ...

"Voldemort?"

you will use ...

"No!" The sound of footsteps crunching on dead wood, the heat and the voice of someone who was getting closer, to protect it. "He ' away from that ' be you!"

Snape. Snape was in the Forbidden Forest, a few yards away from her face to face with the ' Dark Lord.

What do you hope to me, just you?

The teacher took the wand pointing out to him.

Hynion ran, ran, ran. The space that separated her from her teacher seemed to stretch his every step.

"You can not touch it!"

... is a horrible crime to kill a unicorn ... drink the blood of a unicorn keeps you alive even if you're on the verge of death, but at a terrible price ... you killed something pure, and because his blood touches your lips live a life half a life ... damn

Hynion awoke to hold back a scream of terror.

L ' had dreamed of yet.

He dreamed that night still cursed that night six years ago, when Voldemort the ' had led before him and Snape had sacrificed his soul to save her.

Quell ' nightmare came back to haunt her every night, without interruption, the ' had branded as a tattoo on fire, and not ' would have never abandoned, for life.

But this time everything had seemed terribly realistic, as if he had lived physically, for the second time, the ' event.

He got up immediately and ran down the stairs that led to the common room , and then to the underground corridors.

She held her breath : the ' air had moved and was not a simple draft. He spun around, bringing his arm violently in front of him to grab the wall and beat all the pits to be shot in the past, and someone actually fell into their hands, someone who would never have expected.

"Professor Quirrell?"

What did the shy, awkward, stuttering teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts Quirinius Quirrell around at that ' now? And what the ' had brought to the Tower of Slytherin?

"Mmm-sorry, s-Miss Granger," he stammered, almost shy. 'Ii-I, s-I was just ... l-b-library ... "

" The library is from ' other part of the castle! " Hynion said, puzzled. "I do not think you would get in our common room, right?" He asked, without letting go.

"C-how could I? N-c non-Know your p-word of ' order ... »The Head Girl looked at him wrong. Raptor was the ' the last person who would not be trusted, and yet ... "P- could ... c-neck!"

"Sorry" she murmured, and dropped the poor unfortunate.

"What happens in there fund? "

" SS-Severus sighed Raptor, while massaging the jugular. 'S-mm-just an unfortunate misunderstanding. "

" It would be legitimate to ask what makes a young Slytherin outside your dorm when it's dark outside, "said Snape, without looking the least of his colleague attention.

Severus Snape was not exactly the kind of person for whom a girl in their right mind would have sighed.

definitely was neither young nor beautiful, il suo volto era arcigno e solcato da rughe premature, il suo carattere pessimo. Era freddo, intransigente, a tratti persino crudele. Le sue labbra non si erano mai curvate in un sorriso sincero, le uniche smorfie che vi si avvicinavano erano sardonici sogghigni furtivi.

E quella che all ’ inizio poteva sembrare solo semplice ammirazione per un insegnante, con il passare del tempo si era trasformata in qualcosa di ben più grande ed indefinibile.

«Allora, signorina Granger?» insistette lui, incrociando le braccia.

"I ... murmured Hynion, taken off guard. To cope with Snape we wanted presence of mind. Which, if awakened from a nightmare in the middle of the night, was expected to miss much. "I ... c ' was ... "

"said M-cc-s-who had heard someone enter qqq-in room S- C-town, "put in Raptor. Snape glared at him. "... cc ee-he was ac-c-ensuring that ... "

Snape gave him to understand that he wanted to see it disappear in a hurry. Raptor obey what ' tacit and peremptory order as if it was a meek little lamb.

"Did you find those who were looking for? He asked again, when they were alone.

"No, sir."

"Do not make me regret having you proposed as Head Boy, Granger. I was hoping to show that a daughter of Muggles may be worthy of Slytherin, if he accepts his place in this glorious house with humility and gratitude. It did not take even one day you set foot here, and the conditions are not good. Many of your comrades thoroughbred would be happy to be in your place. "

The girl did not reply.

The memories of that ' nightmare were coming back to get live, real, and the oppressed with their heavy pall of death.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, clenching his fists.

"Do not worry, do not take away points for Slytherin: the race starts tomorrow. Go ' to sleep. "

The professor had just taken the first step, when Hynion stopped him.

"Wait."

'Cos ' other c ' is, Miss Granger? "

" I said I'm sorry, "she repeated.

"What cos' is that you're sorry, exactly? "

" Everything, "said Hynion, through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry for everything. I l ' I doomed to damnation, it is my fault that ... if I had not put all ' appeal Voldemort she would never ... would never ... "

Snape sighed, raising his eyes to heaven.

"You right, Miss Granger, "he said coldly, without deigning to approach d ' a step. "You have condemned to damnation," he concluded, before leaving.

Hynion stood looking at him as he walked away, and only when it was far enough you realize how egregious was the ' error he had committed.

What had occurred? What do you hope to achieve, beginning to whimper like a baby before?

He was Snape, accidents, was Professor Severus Snape, and his lips would not be out anything but words of contempt and disapproval, his arms would not close the cold vacuum of ' Potions classroom, his hands nothing outside of tubes nauseating.

He had not broken even at the thought of what had happened that night cursed, nor his heart rhythm had changed to the memory of Voldemort.

And she was stupid enough to show this side well discovered. The will was revealed in a moment of weakness.

Good heavens.

The sentence to be served was very long.

The Prefect Catherine McKey was waiting in the hall, wrapped in a ' unlikely lemon yellow robe.

"And ' a punch in ' eye, that stuff," said Hynion.

Not that it was his custom to be so blunt and rude, but was for six years who sipped the extravagant night clothes of his companion. He had achieved a degree of saturation, in other words.

"You can find out where accidents were over?" Asked Cat altered, beating very slowly the last four words.

"I heard noises," he lied the ' other. "At first I thought it was one of ours, but the stairs did not see nobody around, so I thought that someone had entered from ' outside and went to check. That's it. "

was granted not tell the truth.

What had happened six years earlier in the Forbidden Forest was to remain secret from the jealous Hynion Granger and teaching staff at Hogwarts he had always been.

Not a word, or would endanger anyone who was aware.

"The delightful exchange of words I've heard beyond the wall was with Snape, right?" Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Snape likes to rage against Raptor. I watched the match. "

" Interesting work. But call me next time, d ' agreement? I will not lose it for the world. "

Hynion bent his lips into a smile.

"I will not fail, Prefect McKey."

"We considered very, Granger Head Boy."

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I'm downloading it!It's already at episode 20..It seems to be a looong looong story...and I discovered that number 5 of the manga series has been released too! errrr...i wanted to put up a chi's image but i'm not able to find it at the moment...so ...I have the mission to spam this anywhere it's possible...just 'cause it makes me laugh! Saylor nooote la luna splende!fiuuu e siamo tornati all'italiano..vabbè..ho fatto un po' di pratica!^^

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E va bene.....scriviamo qualcosa.....qualcosa!No, siamo seri!Bè mi domandavo............dovrò scrivere in english .. basically the lj is international and everyone writes in English ... not that I mind, eh .. but, here are purists at heart. I love my Bell'Italia ... but I think I will have to resign myself .. I make accessible lj; __ and we will think a little more 'mo ..' .. I'll try another post in English if I do not .. goes ... .. in writing .. LATINO! hihihihihi!
AWWWWW! I found the mood MELLOW !!!^^

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The place here in case you forget me ... X
a special snack!
Blend with a little 'water a banana.
Chop two or three pieces and dip strawberries in whipped
Dust with cocoa powder .. just a little!
very good .. today I finished the banana and tried with the apple ... but banana is better! TT

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ilmaestrodigo @ 2008-04-01T02: 28:00

I have absolutely no desire to write anything ... but damn ... see all times scrittine "encouraging" automatic lj I wear out! then in absolute awareness the total uselessness of everything and the fact that no one ever read .. I'm writing lj.
oh God .. if no one reads it .. maybe I will confess a secret .......................... muahahahahahahahahahahahahahah !!!!!
but what am I saying my life is a flatness lately! But .. I .. I .... BIKE !..........=.=

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Father Lancaster Merrin.

Rome, February 10, 1949

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I arrived at the British Mission in Kenya exactly a year ago, on my birthday.
But I was certainly moved by mercy or pity for those poor people.
I too had heard of the excavations in the region, the discovery of the church. Do not ask how I know, this is not important.
I was and still is a whimsical girl which was never said no. And I was told to not even one time, as witnessed in person.
I had read many essays and several books on archeology ... put on the Index by the Church. The discovery of the strange idol, so similar to Lucifer classically understood, I was intrigued enough to push me to leave London for a land that did not love at all.
But I already said that it does not matter, because as a man of the church can be considered reprehensible that a woman is pushed much beyond the limit of what can be known, the blame of which I have spotted is much worse.
I loved his father Francis.
I met him the day of my arrival.
He spoke to me, I explained the situation to the Mission, to which were the excavations, and was very amazed that I knew so much about it. And I more than the silver crucifix that hung on his chest watching his handsome face and looked into his eyes clear.
I loved him already, his father.
'll think that it was of infatuation, the feeling that the teenagers caught unprepared and can be awakened by a simple picture, but it is not. No, his father was not.
I spent with him every moment possible attend its harvest, helped him with the children, and if time remained I did tell the Vatican Archives and the beauty of Rome. I left for him to speak because his voice warmed my heart.
The desire that I tore the soul was excruciating, but resisted. Not to save my soul, because if the choice was up to me I would be prepared to burn in hell. To resist him. Voted his life to God I had to respect his choice. But as time passed more
my burden became unsustainable. I reached a point where even fathom from afar caused me endless sufferings.
And then decided to reveal a confession.
I know that failure is a sin even worse than commit the sin itself, but how could I have the courage to do it?
The fear of being despised I had made a coward and sacrilegious, to deserve the respect they showed me every day Father Francis, the fear was won.
I came out of my room and found him sitting in front of the hospital, lost in who knows what thoughts. I knelt before him and taken in my hands.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I am not able to accept the will of God, and I need His mercy. " Then I looked up. "I love you."
Yes, I said exactly that. Clear and frank, as I was not more since for the first time I meet his gaze.
He just smiled.
"Agnes," he said in a whisper sympathetically. "My dear Agnes."
Just this.
I then shook hands stronger than beautiful and I replied with vehemence.
"Do not ever ask you to fulfill my desire. I felt compelled to confess to her and God, but I do not want change something. I beg. "
But apparently God had other plans, and preferred them to be more to get their hands dirty for Him
Father Francis died.
she was to take him from me.
remember that he wanted to keep me away from the body, which saw the destruction that the evil they had done.
But how could I not lay eyes on him one more time?
Thank you for what he did.
You saved my body then, and is saving my soul now.
Thanks to you I have permission to access the Vatican Archives and continue the research that Father Francis had begun.
Thanks to you I can feel close to the man who in spite of everything I love her. And I could
leave vent my heart with the few words written on the paper yellowed.

With the deepest devotion, Agnes his
Edgecombe.

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The longest journey. The Philosopher's Stone: the last year.

Hynion Granger read the book comfortably sunk in one of the chairs of ' Hogwarts Express.

His sister, Hermione was sitting next to her, like a little stiff and made Prefect.

was the his first year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was firmly committed to not giving a bad impression, indeed, to know everything about everything and first of all, a good girl in class who always had been.

few months yet, however, and Hynion would not have seen the good side of Albus Dumbledore, the professors in their improbable clothes magicians, uniforms for students, the towers of the four founders and their coats of arms, ghosts. Would no longer fly on his Nimbus as Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch Tournament.

"I have to get up," announced Hermione, jumping up. "I can not stay still. Do a tour of the coaches to make sure that everyone has put on their uniforms. "

Hynion smiled, while ' air moved by ' large black cloak caresses her sister face.

Quell ' last year, many things would have been lost. Forget.

And if that was good for what concerned the contempt that some of his companions felt towards him and his half-breed status, regrets would have been higher.

L ' were accompanied throughout their lives.

A bell rang out throughout the train, announcing for the seventh and last time his arrival.

The freshmen advancing intimidated, frightened, almost frightened, while those who like her had come to know the ' imposing gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid and his good-natured ways starts with a firm step toward the coaches them would be accompanied to all ' ancient castle.

She was afraid the first day.

His parents were both Muggles, and what little magic he knew before going to Hogwarts the ' had learned from books that were sold to flourish, to Diagon Alley.

He had always been afraid of not being all ' height of the others, who all had at least a magician in the family, and that they should definitely know much, much more than her.

And then there ' was the ceremony of the sorting.

well recall when it was called by Professor McGonagall to sit on old wooden stool in front of teachers and the long table had been placed on the head the Sorting Hat.

Slytherin .

"Hey, half-breeds,"

is, in fact.

Half Blood .

A Slytherin were drawn only thoroughbred worthy cadets Salazar, old and young scions of important families of magicians.

Many of his peers, locked in their privileged elite, they refused to skimp contempt or, at best, indifference, unable to call to appreciate the qualities that only a daughter of Muggles could own.

Catherine McKey represented the ' only exception to that rule.

In spite of the haughty members of his family augusta Scotland, was a lively girl and not particularly prone to the rules of ' label. But he was smart, ambitious, refined by the intellect and the infinite resources.

is why, as Hynion, boasted of a bright green coat and silver.

as they climbed the steps blunted by centuries of foot traffic, the two companions looked around: nothing had changed since he had seen this place for the first time.

Elegant candelabra with elaborate inlays enlightened their path, and yellowish on the walls were paintings of knights and damsels who bowed respectfully to their past, and little magicians of the past who smiled as they played with a makeshift ball cloth.

It was always exciting to enter the Great Hall, and especially the first day of school as thousands and thousands of candles were suspended in mid ' air over the long tables of four houses, set with plates and d glasses ' gold reverberate rays of light touched them with their sparkle.

traveled Cat running the Slytherin table, greeting his friends, beating some shoulder, blinking occasionally. A Prefect definitely sui generis, which tends to distort a bit ' too demanding and perfect noses.

His place was the farthest from the door, but near the staff table, placed transversely to dominate ' entire student body.

Although not as close: that was reserved for a ' other person.

Hynion followed her briskly, but with severely, one could expect from a leader.

His smiles were not that fast, just mentioned. The first few days with the new arrivals were always difficult for her, it took a lot to win the barriers that separate it from a stranger, and even harder to utter words that were not "hello " , " welcome " or " Hynion Granger " .

The students, meanwhile, had already reached the stairs of which towered above the staff table and stool for the sorting worn. Professor McGonagall was holding in his hand the parchment with a list of their names, and in ' the other torn Sorting Hat.

"Well. Wait here, please, "he said, clearing his voice was tight and bombastic. "So. Before you begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words. "

When ' old headmaster of Hogwarts rose from his chair, in the Great Hall fell silent. Albus Dumbledore was the most gentle and modest life on earth. With the simple virtues of kindness and patience instilled in everyone, and perhaps not even desired, a reverent awe, reverence one admired.

"I want to give you all some ads beginning of the year, 'he said. "The first year, I take note, ' access to the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. In addition, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind you that the right side of the corridor on the third floor area is closed to all those who do not wish to make a very painful end. Thank you. "

" When I call your name, you will come forward, "replied McGonagall. "I will put the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses."

Hynion rested his chin on the palms of the hands and prepared to listen for the seventh time in a long series of names, sentences and applause that used to follow the response of that worn-out relic. But that ' years c ' was something different: c ' was Hermione. Even Hermione would attend that school. But it was not intended to Slytherin. Hermione was different. And this would prove an asset.

His name was called first, and the little girl, excited, sat on the stool to wobble with ominous creaking.

"Gryffindor!" Said the hat, Hermione, and reached the table of his house without even worthy of ' a look.

"I usually have to be ashamed of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and not vice versa," sighed Hynion, not too piccata. Youth ungrateful. "

" Well, you understand, "said Catherine. "And ' important that engages immediately with his companions, and have a close relative in Slytherin is not a good advert for the small."

The thick head of wavy and Hermione, with its shades of bronze, honey, black robes stood out among the many that sat beside him. Hynion could hear his words despite el distance ' huge mess.

He was talking - -more or less amiably with a boy with big green eyes, hidden by a pair of round glasses that seemed not to want to stay in their place. It had to be a most curious person than she thought: although it was little more than a child attracted the ' attention. And also, unwittingly, his own.

"But we believe that he is Harry Potter?" Catherine exclaimed, pointing his finger in that correct direction.

"Harry Potter?" She repeated incredulously. "That little boy?"

"Well, what has happened has happened about ten ' years ago ... I would say that we have, right? And then I do not think that the scar on his forehead is a fad. "

He was right.

Among the tufts of black fringe stood a lightning-shaped scar.

The story of Harry Potter and the miracle of his victory over the Dark Lord was a true legend, the magical world. I just idolized him almost as a god. The faithful to Lord Voldemort considered him a threat like no other.

"Why I am surprised," murmured Hynion. "Besides, he would have more or less the ' age as my sister. She knows all about him ... did research, read books about books, investigated how even the most tenacious investigator Muggle could have done ... Hermione knows more things about Harry Potter's life than I know him. "

" The banquet begins, "Dumbledore ordered, and at that very moment the empty plates filled with every delicacy, and the center of the tables appeared huge trays teeming with other delicacies again.

"I love Hogwarts," exulted Catherine.

Hynion melancholy smile, and pulled the cup to his lips.

"Anch ' me."

When his eyes rose, crossed the gray of a newcomer.

very light hair, pale skin like polished alabaster, his features just spoken of those who had not yet reached the ' adolescence: this is Draco Malfoy, son of the most important family of magicians ever existed and promise of the glorious House of Salazar Slytherin.

"You are Muggle our Head Boy, right?" He asked.

"Yes," she said, clearing voice. But from the lips came little more than an embarrassed whisper. "Hynion Granger."

"And you're also our Seeker."

"Yes," she repeated, too hard.

Six years between the people and cruel contempt ' had hardened. Too, perhaps. But it was a necessary defense.

"Two very important tasks for one person."

"Let me say this a flattering Malfoy."

"There must be a reason, if you belong in Slytherin," the boy gloss, shrugging motion in an ostentatious indifference.

"Everyone has reason to be Dov ' you, Mr. Malfoy," she concluded, drinking his cup of ' water all d ' a breath.

*

After dinner, Hynion Prefects and showed the way for the freshmen dorms.

The characters of the paintings that lined the stairs leading down in the basement watching curious newcomers, and every now and saying a few words of welcome.

"Slytherin, please follow me. Keep pace with its "repeated Catherine.

The kids looked around without feeling too wonderful.

Del resto erano già maghi.

Tra i suoi compagni di Casa, Hynion era stata l ’ unica ad emozionarsi quando aveva visto diventare realtà tutte le magie e le stranezze delle quali aveva solo letto nei libri.

«Questa è la via più diretta per i dormitori», continuava la sua compagna. «Ma tenete d ’ occhio le scale: a loro piace cambiare.»

Alle scale piace cambiare, proprio così.

How can we forget the first lesson of Professor Severus Snape?

Little Hynion Granger could not keep up, as he had ordered more than once that evening the Prefect Slytherin.

Her legs were still shaking for ' emotion, although the sorting was over a couple of ' and hours before the banquet to welcome the newcomers had continued long.

His companions had already reached the groundwater and the Prefect had said the word d ' access to the dormitories when the scales had begun to turn and were going to stop by the exact opposite side of the corridors.

In terror, the girl had taken the first door he found open, and had traveled a dark and dreary tunnel. Only a light could be seen in depth.

He began to run towards the glimmer of hope that was left, but suddenly, despite the sweat his forehead, was lowered into the icy cold of that place was chasing a ghost.

was very young, dressed like a gentleman ' other times. Her eyes were bright and good, but could not notice Hynion, working with ' was screaming desperately, to call ' attention of those at that time was in the far room in the light of the lantern.

"Hey, stop!" Gamgee Lord tried to calm her down. "Do not eat mica! Just wanted to know what this girl was a bad place ... and when classes are not even started! "

But ' terrified call Hynion continued, louder and louder. "If you give me so much trouble going back into the picture, right? I just wanted to make friends, I like to know all the students of Hogwarts! "

'Cos ' is all this noise?" He asked the deep voice of a man.

"The ' have angered' had whispered to the ghost ' ear. "You're in trouble," he concluded, before returning to his old portrait.

The poor thing had fallen on her knees, without any strength to the great fear, and she hid her face in her hands in an attempt to quell that convulsive sobs.

"You should not be here, whoever you are," he noted irritated voice, now close.

Professor Severus Snape wanted to get rid of that at all costs scocciatrice.

must have been a little flea of the first year.

was not the first time that the stairs changed direction by the students end up in places which were not even close. And his basement, his very own basement, were one of those.

Long hair charmingly collected voice myeloma, childish whining in an attempt to compose himself in front of a stranger. It was a Hufflepuff, not c ' were dubious.

"Get up and go back in your house," she ordered peremptorily and threatening. "Or I will immediately let off six points to Hufflepuff for your misconduct."

"I do not ..." she replied weakly Hynion, having bowed his head.

"Immediately."

"I ... "

"Or do you prefer the ' expulsion?"

"I do not belong to Hufflepuff, "she had blurted out, raising his eyes still moist. "I am a Slytherin, and I'm lost!"

The professor stepped back d ' a step, nor did he turn: Why was such a silly little thing, a Slytherin?

Students of his house had to have a heart ambitious, ruthless, selfish and contemptuous.

What could be the Slytherin one scary little girl, so damn stupid to be frightened of a ghost as harmless Gamgee Lord, so damn careless to lose?

The answer to your question the ' had found it in his eyes. In those deep eyes full of anger, blacks and cold ... blacks and cold as it should be the ' minds of Slytherin, of which he was the proud Director.

"A Slytherin ..." Snape had repeated, crossing his arms. "In this case, your trip out of the program will remain between us. I do not want to lose points in my house because of your carelessness. "Hynion had not said a word, humiliated and hurt. "I'll take you to this time. And never forget, Miss freshman: the stairs like to change. "

And now Miss freshman became Head Boy.

'T ... keep up, please, and follow me, "he ordered, while the memory of his first meeting with Severus Snape dissolved in the soft light of candles.

came down to the first flight of stairs and path a maze of underground corridors , the Slytherin they face a wall of white stone.

"Gentlemen, this is access to our common room, and consequently to our dorms. At this time, we are just below Black Lake , "explained Hynion , looking up at the ceiling . "Just saying the word d ' order you will have access . The key word ' order must be stored by us Slytherin, no other must get to know. If for any reason, the Director had to retain the right to change it, we will notify you there. " He gave his back to the student body and therefore, loud enough for even the most remote could hear her, uttered" Crux Silver ! " . At these words, the stone revealed that the door kept jealously hidden . "Follow me, boys. Keep up the pace. "

The common room was lit by torches that gave off a greenish light left.

On the walls were fine show of self elegant velvet drapes and fine silk, which fell gently on the floor covered with carpets.

logs of wood ' maple burned in the fireplace, and spread in ' air a pleasant aroma.

"The common room is our meeting place," went on to explain Hynion. "We will meet after school, when you have better things to do, like going to the library or sit in their dorms. In this regard, the boys' dormitory is at the bottom of the stairs to the left, the girls on the right. You will find that all your effects are already in your rooms. Classes start at nine o'clock, the breakfast will be ready in the morning at eight. The Prefects McKay and Higgs, and I, Granger Head Boy, we're here to clear up any doubt. "

'Head Boy Granger Muggle," someone corrected by the last file.

"If someone has to say about the appointment of the ' year, may well give notification to the Director," said Hynion, eyeing one by one the members of his new band of opponents. "But I do not think that Professor Snape would like to be contradicted on ' topic. Now goodnight all. As long as you have decided to end your show the most obvious, my lords. "

Hynion waited until the room empties.

He had not broken down in front of his audience, but the new injury caused to his pride burned, and hurt.

"Leave him alone," Catherine assured her as he sat down on the sofa. "The Slytherins are world champions Muggle Hunt, did not you know?"

Sky, Catherine, "she sighed. "Thank goodness this is my last year here in . "