Her twin sister Padma, aquatinted with Leta Lestrange. While I must effortlessly bypass the enchantments to detect and analyse the magic through all of Voldemort's defences. I'm bond to become darkness in my solitude to affect no one bond to me, to become one with darkness its the pass of this laying hands upon a mere touch, but not today my child, not today. 

  Now that you are a woman, let me transfigure into my younger years, that might be complex given the ambiguity of ages, houses and gender. For what is love Parvati, what's love if you don't let me be a bridge towards your destination, have not we duel a past which frictions and conflicts has enable us to feel, there is no magical historian who could define the experience and memory in your cells unless you enter into this singing dialogue, unless you let your senses mature with the given time.

  The overwhelming pressure, if to say yes or no, would that define ones power, suggested. It seems to be that she has eaten her words to my own involvement and branch against those above her, but was not going to enter into detail. Lets go the Opera, let the fine arts settle down without reasons, after loving yourself amalgamating into such a delightful dress and make up in your canvas, let the visuals and sound in the Opera House penetrate you as part of the audience.  

  Its then when forget whom we are and all we are after, from earlier stages, acts possible capable of killing our egos and soon rose to the position of the outrageous breathing Diva. Straightening her thorax, holding the oxygen while pouring down on us an intoxicating wonder, that yet reaps your soul apart and yet you are witness to present more.

  Held her hand ready to walk her through the main hall of the Opera. Forcing the advancement of ones natural alchemy to eventually disparate and soon a well deserve comfortable part in the box seat, that as a balcony and let me put this well is to me by admiration to the theatre of war carefully operating by it's respiratory function throughout the play. It nurses my feelings, as if going deep in my own wounds I'm one who humbly bleeds with the tiers and rows, levels above and bellow, overlapping my fingers with hers.

  Its, perhaps utterly boring to her, who knew so the question made me murmur to her question. "Nothing to regret, you might be wrong in loving too much, who am I to judge" At that the Half Blood Prince said next to me. "Why are you whispering?" As a naughty kid with candy in my mouth smiled kindly, blinking out for silencing me. 

  Behind the masks of intellectual perfection kept a watchful eye first opening my heart were my flaws reside, absorbing the elements in the air to it's stunning spell, could taste the ambition for power in handling the competition to the advantageous opportunities for developments as a global centre, as to some who are severely restrictive, transfiguring remains a must.

  My weakness for ambition pushes me back, I'd be a monster in disguise, id follow my lover till his death bed, it shot the doors to the potential of his forms, where he is at overseas in Europe, unrivalled as a world city halfway to manifold at any cost his will. The crisis have attracted the mugglers towards the Americans ensuring transport as a escape, wizards too. The strongest remained ready to stand the social tolerance, taxating my penance to return my play, one day.

  And, Parvati wishes a resembling evening, dear if to survive my own inhibit passions. No one would get that page from me, not even a socialite book ever will get a glimpse of my doings. Its perfumed a meddling external planning, preferred to remain a witness, lobbied against proposals, what is a free man without his free will anyways. Every engagement compromises ones to abide to demands and threats, liaisons are formed by trust. If one does not comprehend ones unexplored and particularly fecund a virginity, whom would I'd be.

  They can go and run towards hell, jump from the abyss, no body can safe you, new powers emerge from your own pit and then the superfluous continues sterile. As if you'd marry a powerful man to obtain that class and end up editing children books without any talent, without any suffering for betterment on your own works.

  I'm not the man anyone wishes to meet, in the contrary. Very little is added, but a planning architecture for you to find the keys. More cheaply if given easily. And she sings boosting the environment as an archeologist digging in our ancestors voices, found my father in imprisoned in Azkaban for magically attacking three mugglers as an imbecile and me with a dead mother and sister. Gay at the begun of a century, pushed to fight my own promises, caught by the Ministry to my affair, trapped in that memory.

  And there she is seating as a docile flower in the grass, Parvati, any wolf will pick her up to destroy her petals. She admired the Opera from another perspective, could feel her branch that sustained her tall neck with jewellery adornments made from the craftsman from India to be with his brother Britain. Will escort her till her weeding day, as her father has trust in me.

  Disguised could fool the likes of McGonagal and Snape, easily help them get away deducing the pieces of the simple but brilliant neckless she carried for the man whose to propose, by slyly revealing it's Hinduism knowledge. And here we are at the hand of the unknown songs, about to be surrounded by the notoriously famous hack journalist as if her escapade will quickly lure her to arrest the eyes of her suitors. 

  If learned the lesson by mistakes for the potential of Newton Scamander and Harry Potter as being greater tan me, they are more qualified to get the followers to trust them, I'm indeed in murky waters to abolish the blood pact, the ring is sickening, slowly killing me. No one is willing to challenge me directly, must uphold the magical protection in Hogwarts Castle the safest place to be, among children. Without any pretentious, to that sense of love and belonging children have to go out and play again. 

  At the interlude between part I and part II, known figures meet to cheer for refreshments, as I walked Parvati through the hall, could partake at the meeting of Percy Ignatus Weasley conversation, earn a good drink. Cool ones mind, his maternal uncles Fabian and Gideon Prewett gave a matter regarding his seasoning spice as an Auror, thoughtfully explained to him after a few chit chats, cheering the glass to his question.

 "That would be a despicable answer, for the Potion of Despair, uniquely you will be able of reaping out the piece of what's obstructing you." A smile highlighted a vagabond's nature, settling without principles to the house of the matter as a reply without a home. Nod to the side. "Parvati, Percy."