MyCephei

You know you're a Ninth Doctor (obsessed incurable) Fan when: (count how many times your answer was 'Yep' and check the results below ;) ) - everything that moves you is fantastic. Literally everything. Whether it's being with your best friend, seeing a beautiful landscape or being chased by a mad murderer - you love bananas. And you tell it aloud to everyone. Even if you're a man among other eyeing you suspiciously men. - you think the best joke is to swap something with a banana - you try to feel Earth spinning around the Sun and Solar System spinning around the Milky Way - when speaking English you try very hard to sound North - if you'r

Ron and I stood beside each other, held back by our captors, watching as Bellatrix pulled Harry's face back, whispering for Draco. Our old classmate silently walked toward the Lestrange woman, his body slightly shaking. "Well?" Bellatrix crooned, an estranged look upon her face, a smile plastered upon her face. "We can't be sure," Draco replied, staring at Harry's disfigured face. Lucius stood behind Draco, grasping his neck, talking to him. "Look closely, son," he said, turning to look at his son. "If we were the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, e-everything would be forgiven; everything will be, as it was. You understand?" Drac