"He disappeared after leaving the school … traveled far and wide … sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, consorted with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations, that when he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he was barely recognizable."
“I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it’s white, it’s snow-white.”
They’re dreamers who speak in rhymes and songs while they dance with bare feet in flower fields with voices as soft as a breeze, whispering stories in your ears.
I once told you that secrets have a cost. The truth does too.