When the era of peace reaches silence and freedom reaches loneliness, how should he face the surname and responsibility he once tried so hard to escape? The warrior who was not afraid of the Death Curse was wounded by a sharp arrow wrapped in sweet and warm sugar coating.
After losing friends with whom he could do mischief one after another, he walked alone and silently on that road whose end was always swallowed up by the horizon. Weakness and loneliness may have knocked him down, but they never completely conquered him. No one thought that Blake would decline because of him and rise again because of him.
He is still alone, but no longer alone, because every time he looks up and looks around, he will meet a pair of light-colored eyes full of provocation and understanding. Spouse? Haters? Who knows...
This article is not a passionate love story between young teenagers, but about how two middle-aged men answered a question - when you are no longer young, do you still dare to love?
Although it is a HP fanfic, because it is a companion chapter to "The Autobiography of Ron", the plot has completely deviated from the original work. However, it is guaranteed that the character will not lose its shape.
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