| Tonks is still away on holiday while I am here at Hogwatrs
working hard.
I am living off of the campus grounds this year to appease the parents for the safety
of those who are staying at Hogwarts. The inability to teleport to the
campus grounds is taking its toll due to the fact of the extreme heat.
I am having a difficult time with some of the people here, and it could be
detrimental to my well being if I continue to allow them to abuse me the way
they have been. The lack of true leadership has shown what true chaos
lies underneath the infrastructure of the workers.
I need to find a few days to myself and take Tonks somewhere relaxing, but my
employers at the Ministry of Magic refuse to let me take time off close to
any other holidays; most obviously because they are taking holiday during that
time.
If you arrive and see me frail and thin it is because I worked myself to that
state, and had no time to recuperate.
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| It has been a long time, but I am finally back from assignment. The hours and hours have taken their toll and I am beining to become weary. Lack of sleep is begining to take its effect and hopefully I will be able to recover over the break.
Tonks is away for a while, and miss her alot. I hope she is well.
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| I can not believe Tonks feels this way about me. I mean there is such an age difference between
us, and I have so many problems in my life. She just continues to be there for me when I
am at my worse. That is the way she is,
always there to make people laugh when they are down, or comfort them in their
time of need.
I am so lucky to have her with me
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| (((Harry Potter Spoiler in this post, If you have not read it, do not read my post)))
I did not cry when Harry looked into the Mirror of Erised
and saw his parents, but I did cry when Gryffindor took the house cup.
I did not cry when Harry was bitten by the basilisk, but I
did cry when he found the true nature of Gryffindor’s Sword.
I did not cry when Buckbeak was supposedly killed, but I did
cry when Harry’s patronous saved him and his godfather.
I did not cry when Cedric died, but I did cry when Harry encountered
the spirits of his parents.
I forced myself not to cry when Sirius died, but failed when
the full effect gained upon me.
I did not cry when Dumbledore died, but I wept as Fawks sang
his song of Lament.
I am not part of this world, I do not belong. I am just a man with dreams, and who know
where they will take me. Dreams that may
seem impossible to you, but to me they are the fabric of reality.
I only hope they come true before the end.
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