World War Three
Prologue
There's three choices.
One: The end of the world.
Two: The end of the world as we know it.
Three: Defend the world as we know it with your life.
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"I'm ready, Father. We can begin my training."
"Remember what I told you, young Draco. And not a word to Narcissa."
"I know, Father."
"I knew we should have sent you to Durmstrang for this, but you shall learn as well at home with me as with him."
"Yes, Father."
"To begin training, we must go somewhere legal for you to use your wand."
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"Hermione, come here! Did you pack your suitcase?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Honey! Come here! I need help with putting the collar on Gale."
"Here, Dad. You just slip it on, like this."
"Thanks, dear."
"Honey! Do you need to bring all these books with you?"
"I need something to read on the plane to New York!"
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"Hi Mrs. Weasley! Hello Fred, George. Hi Ginny!"
"Ha-ha-ha-hallo, Harry."
"Hello, Harry!"
"Pleasant to see you, old bean!"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP DOWN THERE! I NEED TO FINISH MY PAPER ON WOOD IN WANDS!!!"
"No, Percy. We don't feel like it."
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~*~ THE
~*~ END
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A/N: Likie it?
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