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Prologue They say I'm angry. And you know what? I am. You can be bloody certain I am. I'm angry Lord Voldemort took him… that he twisted the minds of people so much that they thought they had the right to kill others. I'm angry I couldn't do anything to stop it, too… that he had no chance. But most of all, I'm angry it wasn't me. I'm angry that I was the one left behind. I'm angry I couldn't go with him. |
831 | 3 |
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Looking What happens when you look for someone only to find they're not there? |
2,460 | 6 |
| 3 |
Laughter It’s been a long time since I’ve truly laughed. Sure, I’ve chuckled sarcastically a few times, but even I know that a sarcastic chuckle isn’t the same a true laughter. True laughter lights up the eyes and warms the soul. It’s a type of magic that even Muggles can experience. It’s a breed of its own. |
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Talking It’s not often that I get a chance to talk to anyone. When I do, it’s usually business related… either that, or it’s someone who’s trying to give me sympathy. What people don’t realize is that I don’t want their sympathy. I don’t like pity. I don’t give it out, and I most certainly won’t accept any. |
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