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Relevance to the Happened "My hand slipped Hermione- I...!" "YOU IDIOT, HARRY! How the HECK are we supposed to get back, Hmm? Oh, you IDIOT." She surveyed the snapped chain in her right hand, hourglass pendant shattered on the floor. "I'm sorry! I said!!!" "I know." She exhaled soothingly. "Sorry, but here we are, in 19-God-Knows-When, whith a blooming suspicious arrival, no means to get back, and... Aargh!!!" "What year are we in anyway?" "Only one way to find out. We made our beds, or actually YOU did, so we, or YOU, must lie in it." "Jesus." Indeed. |
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Malfoy's Arse Harry comes out of the broom cupboard. |
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