Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
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Dark. Even the sun refuses to show itself these days. I hurry after you, feet slipping on icy ground. Catching up, I grab your hand. You turn, blue eyes fixed upon grey. My arm burns and I let go, surprised. It's then that I realize how desperate you are. War has torn you. You're too delicate. And then I realize why I followed you in the first place. You're my sister. My only sister. My baby sister. Before I can react, you knock. He opens the door, a cold sneer on his face, and I know that both of our fates now lie in the palms of this wretched man.
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