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Your eyes fluttered open and you realized that you had dozed off again. You looked around and realized that you were still at the table and surrounded by papers. You gaze a long sigh and ran a hand over your face and read over the profile in front of you and stamped it and placed it in the right pile. You continued doing this for another thirty minutes and you heard the familiar sound on hurried footsteps on the dirt covered ground. Signing yet another paper you felt someone standing behind you. You gave a sigh smiled, “Go away, I busy” you tried to say sternly. “Oh come on” he whined and rested his chin on the top of

1832, Paris Javert wandered down the empty streets of Paris. His mind was filled with hatred toward that man. Jean Valjean. It had been nine year. Nine years since he had seen that criminal. Nine year of tracking him down only to find him gone again or maybe he had never been there at all. He continued to ponder about his thought until a female voice snapped him out of his daze. “Bonjouer monsieur” you greeted the man as you walked past him as you headed back to Saint Michael. “Bonjouer Mademoiselle” Javert replied and gave you a polite nod.  You couldn’t help but to be entranced at the sound of his voice. It

“Over here” Henry said gesturing for you to fallow him as he offered you a hand to get up onto the cart he was on, which you appreciated. The two of you hurried to the engine of the train and saw Abe enter the cart that was right after the on that held the coal to feed the engine. Henry held you close to him as he hopped down to the door that had closed mere seconds ago. He opened it and you saw Abe turning toward the two of you, his ax already above his head ready to strike. His face softened and he lowered his ax with an exasperated sigh. “Henry what the Hell are you doing here?” he demanded, anger evident in his vo

WEEKS LATER What you had predicted had happened. While on the winter holidays, you and Remus had ended up staying up talking till late at night, you were barely awake and Remus had abruptly excused himself, making you fall on the floor since his shoulder had been your current pillow. He hadn’t come back and you questioned him in the morning and he said he went to the bathroom. But you noticed his bandaged hand and thought better of commenting on it. But now the four of you were sitting in the owlery thinking of the best way to confront him. Peter, who had been told as soon as he returned to Hogwarts, suggested, “Let’s wait

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized that you had dozed off again. You looked around and realized that you were still at the table and surrounded by papers. You gaze a long sigh and ran a hand over your face and read over the profile in front of you and stamped it and placed it in the right pile. You continued doing this for another thirty minutes and you heard the familiar sound on hurried footsteps on the dirt covered ground. Signing yet another paper you felt someone standing behind you. You gave a sigh smiled, “Go away, I busy” you tried to say sternly. “Oh come on” he whined and rested his chin on the top of