Luna says that when we sleep fairies insert dreams into our brains through our ears. I ask why they see fit to insert images of death and failure in my mind.
My dreams are nightmares. Voldemort promises me immortality, in return for killing innocent people who remind me too much of Luna. If immortality means becoming like him, I don’t want it.
Luna also says that each time we reach orgasm together, we come closer to divinity. When she is writhing in pleasure beneath me, I believe her. I think that if she stayed with me, I wouldn’t mind immortality.
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