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"DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"What, McKenzie?"
"CHRIS CAN'T GET UP!" McKenzie Potter yelled, running into her father's bedroom.
"Chris can't get up? Why not?" Harry Potter said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know! J.J. just ran into me and Kayla's room and said that Chris can't get up!" Kenzie said, nearly in tears. After all, she adored Chris about as much as she idolized her dad.
"Okay, honey, I'm coming!" Harry said.
They went back to the boys' room to find Christopher Paulsy lying on his bed, eyes wide and mouth open.
Kenzie looked at him. She saw something a bit strange.
She beckoned to Jefferey Jacobson and McKayla Weasley, who ran over to look.
Chris's eyes were red and he seemed to be taking breaths in short gasps. Kenzie looked out the window.
GASP! "The Dark Mark," she said under her breath. "No, it can't-"
She pushed back his long bangs and gasped.
There, smack in the middle, was a lightning bolt scar, thin as a needle.
"But-" Kayla said.
"Didn't you-" J.J. said.
"I –I still do have my scar," Kenzie said feeling her forehead. "But now..."