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Harry stormed out of number four privet drive furiously. He could hardly believe it. He had never expected the Weasleys-those patetic, muggle- loving, SOB's-or Hermione-Miss "Equal Rights for EVERYONE" bit** of a witch- to be racist! They acted just sooooo perfect and had such Pure-Blood doesn't matter attitudes, that they forgot about everything else! Okay, so he was gay, so what? That didn't change who he was, did it? NO!!!

All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around, noticing that he was in the park. He noticed a figure lying on the ground lifelessly. He ran over, immediately noticing the person had a wand, held loosely in its hand.

"Healio" He muttered, watching as the persons cuts, scrapes and bruises faded away to nothing. This person had REALLY had it bad. He turned the person over to see who it was, and gasped.

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