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Before he had turned she had a sense of who he might be, of who he could be and very slowly the ghost of Thorine Dolohov moved forward inch by inch. She heard his conversation with the babe in his arms, watched as he picked up the photograph and as he did so a thousand lost images flitted...

Her company these days were paintings on walls, dust mites scurrying along floors, spiders creeping up walls and mice squeaking through doors. No one came anymore to the hall that had once been so busy with life, life she had given to it body and soul. Goia her house elf had died a few years...

Thorine remembered with perfect clarity the image of Arnost lying on his bed as his sister showed her into the room. She had all but thrashed the place in her anger only to discover he was only sleeping. Looking at him now she wished it were the case for her, that she were only sleeping. Thorine...

She laughed then as if her body were corporeal and could vibrate with the sound she made. It felt good to laugh, she had rarely done it in life and most certainly never did it in death but her beloved managed the impossible once again. "And is not sleeping like the dead the same as looking...

Thorine had worried herself once upon a time that she would not see her children grow into the amazing adults she knew they would be. She had almost prophesied her own demise, had felt it coming for quite some time before the event itself that she was almost certain now that she had indeed had...

Thorine watched as he picked up their daughter and smiled at the similarities that were so evident there. Vixen had the same beautiful blonde hair that both parents had but she had the strange eye colour that ran in the Zhefarovich family. She was also going to be tall like her parents were...

His recognition of her meant everything, she had listened time and again to her callous ancestors who frequented the portraits in the gallery repeatedly telling her that the Zhefarovich men were not known for their loyalty to their women. That he would surely have taken another by now but she...

She ached to touch, to feel, to be once more but no amount of wishing would see it happen. Content then as much as was possible for Thorine, she watched over her children. Nastasia of course was doing a wonderful job but there was simply things that a squib would never be able to teach...

At times she felt as if she had never left but all her actions were so different now. She had no need of sleep, no need to eat and though so far it was only months that had gone by, it felt already like an eternity. With more time she was certain she would become more and more depressed looking...

The transition from her gruesome death to ghostly form was blank to her, she did not remember any of it and yet whatever had torn her from the world of Hades to live as a spectral in this world had the sense to at least leave her with her former lives knowledge. She felt herself wandering in and...

She wanted nothing more than to bellow with laughter, with victory at the death of another head of the auror department by her hand but she furiously watched Nicolas King move out of the way. Moving aside she glowered at the stupid fool that was wounded and tempted as she was to direct anything...

The gash in her side seemed to deepen after apparating and yet she was too intent on the battle before her, too greedy in wanting to take down the newest head of the auror department and one of his pawns to even attempt a minor heal. Did she really believe at that point that she was invincible...

The spell deflected Nicolas King made an attempt to goad her before casting a blasting charm at the ground before her feet. She glowered at him as the ground shook and crumbled. Dust and granite flying every which way. Thorine had foolishly attempted to stand her ground but at the last minute...

She watched him through malevolent eyes as he prepared for a duel, Thorine prepared herself and just as he moved his wand and uttered his incantation she apparated once more to the opposite side. Thorine was livid how dare he use that spell on her, she would not be taken in chains, ropes or any...

Turning her head swiftly when the crack sounded, indicating someone had apparated. A smile spread across her face then, Nicolas King had arrived.The thorn in the side of Death Eaters, oh it would be such a pleasure taking this fool down she mused walking stealthily back and forth on the other...

She watched him shield himself adequately before sending a spell her way but by then she was already apparating to the other side of him. An eerie laugh bubbled up once more, her green eyes looked almost mad now and not necessarily with rage. "But you don't know me, some people think I am very...

Another laugh as she saw a few blades pierce him, walking around steadily all the time watching him most carefully. "Scott Anderson pushed quills you imbecile, what is brave about a desk job" a sneer sounded in her voice as she spat the words out at him, "if he were even half as good as he once...

Apparating outside the gates to Aphrodite's home Thorine looked around her. She was taking a chance just coming here and she knew it but this could also be the last time she would ever see her friend or at least for a long time. Going on the run had never been a big factor in her plans, she...

She threw her head back and laughed again, as her incantation was blocked. A chance, the whipper snapper had given her a chance. The ministry had obviously sent the jester of the lot, Thorine Dolohov needed no chances and never had. She had done everything all her life with one goal in mind to...

As she apparated out side she frowned as only one man came into view, was this it? Was this all the ministry had sent up against her? A forboding laugh began deep within her as if she had lost all reason when he had the nerve to speak to her. What need she now of masks or anything else for that...