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Just something that popped into my mind -it's quite depressing- after speaking about ETA (an armed Basque nationalist and separatist organization) and some of their past terrorist attacks.
He used to have two legs, and two arms. He used to have five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. He has one peg leg, now, and a magical eye. He has one hand left, with three fingers in it. He is broken. He is lost. And he can't sleep. He is afraid; he was just a child when he last faced the death eaters –an innocent child, hardly a threat. He is an adult now. He can hold –barely, just barely, but with enough strength to wield it- a wand now, he can protect himself. He can fight. What will he have to face now?
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R&R? pretty please?