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Winter Wind…

Winter Winds - Chapter 2 now up!

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It was always assumed that Draco Malfoy’s smirk was something inherited from his father.

A totally appropriate conclusion, it was a smirk full of scheming machiavellian, worthy of the name Malfoy. Bad faith. However it is simply untrue. You see there was only one person cunning enough to devise such an expression, and she was currently walking through the corridors straight for her son’s quarters.

“Draco, my dragon are you awake?” Narcissa called softly as she walked into her son’s room.

Draco Malfoy laid on his bed staring straight at the ceiling.

“Sweetness, have you slept at all?” She asked as she sat on the end of his bed.

“Yes mother, I’ve just woke up… What’s wrong? Why aren’t you crying?” Draco sat up, looking over to his mother nervously. “Why do you have that look on your face?”

“What look?”

“That one! The one you always wear when you cook up some ridiculous plot… Tell me what you’ve done now .” Draco sighed throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

“I received the most curious letter last week from my cousin. He was asking for assistance in making a match for Potter, so of course I responded to offer my services.”

“And?”

“I may have mentioned your interest in the Granger girl.”

Draco’s eyes widened, he remained silent, staring at his mother.

“Sirius has arranged us a meeting with her parent’s to discuss the match. Rather serendipitous don’t you think?”

As I've struggled through this week I've talked to several dear friends, letting them carry little parts of my sorrow, fears, and burdens.

I have to say, I'm blessed with a whole slew of wonderful friends and each and everyone of them went out of their way to help me through this week, in a slew of different ways, so I'm feeling very blessed. (That includes some of you on here, even unawares, you helped me.)

Watching through Stargate Atlantis has made me hyper-aware of the importance of friendship, has made me more vigilant about my friends, both caring for them and letting them care for me.

Reading a chapter in Return of the King, I was struck by the constant contrast of despair brought by the Nazgul and the 'foolishness' of hope brought by Gandalf.

Both of these stories showcase great warriors who defend their people at all cost, the ultimate acts of love and friendship

So, with a thousand pistons firing, I connected all these lines from songs and such together this morning trying to express my feelings of simply having wonderful friends, of the importance of hope, and my love of warriors who get us all home.

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Weep not for roads untraveled

Weep not for sights unseen

May your love never end, and if you need a friend

There's a seat here alongside me

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

But if your strife strikes at your sleep

Remember spring swaps snow for leaves

You'll be happy and wholesome again

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. “ - CS Lewis

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.”

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.