Olivia is injured and Rafael lets his only wish become spoken into the universe. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” he murmured, his voice cracking and broken as he watched the red stain spread further across her blouse. Her breaths were coming hard and fast, gulping every scrap of air they could to compensate for the damage. A single bullet. One shot. A lonely hit. Lower left of her torso before she even saw it coming.
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Вот так вот захотелось Тёмному Лорду блеснуть своим могуществом, идею придумал, помощников нашел... И всё бы ничего, но есть одна вещь, которую предусмотреть невозможно. Пожар? Потоп? А вот и нет. Это... ПОТТЕР!