Veela by witch_in_training
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It’s not a blessing, this creature that I am, this part-human beast. I would rather be anything but what I am.
“I knew they would do this,” he mutters bitterly, resignedly. “I knew they would take off running when we weren’t looking."
Dean doesn’t so much as glare at me. Instead he murmurs quietly, “I’d rather die than live in a world ruled by You-Know-Who.”
"One way or another, we’ve got to talk to Harry. We need to know what his game is."
"Look into the faces of those you love, because it might be your last chance.”
After all, no one dared to consider this eventuality. No one ever asked what we ought to do if it happened.
“There is no such thing as ugly,” I tell her, hoping desperately that I don’t choke. “It is all in your head.”
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