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Souvenirs: French for memories

Memories made and memories lost.

Voldermort has fallen. Draco immediately searches for her, to take it all back, except she's dead. At least that's what he thinks.
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I hear a familiar honey sweet voice call for him. I know that voice. My answer was confirmed when she comes up and wraps an arm around his torso.

"Hi love!" she looks up at Fred, gets on her tippy toes and kisses him. My heart cracks.

"Belle?" I ask, can't believing my eyes. My eyes start to water. She looks at me and smiles kindly.

"It's actually Brielle."

Hell was about to break lose.

*DISCONTINUED*