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This piece accompanies my drabble Beginning. You'll find that on my profile, go see. There is a third and final piece called End. You'll find that on my profile too.
It was torrential.
His body ached from running. His head throbbed from crying. His throat was raw from screaming, and his drenched clothes clung to his thin body. There was nobody on the bridge that connected the west side of the castle to the main courtyard, and he found himself pausing to stare over the edge and into the crevice below.
Mudblood
He felt the daisy chain in his pocket, grateful now he had never told her he had found a way to keep it from withering, because they weren't friends anymore. She was Potter's friend now.
She was gone.
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