Disclaimer: Don't cha' know? I'm just Squibakou, not J.K. Rowling. I lied in the last chapter. (They made me say that.)

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Clique.

They were always together. The three of them, laughing, having fun, having adventures. The smart one, the girl, constantly scolded the other two. But every time they were in trouble she'd always help. Finishing their homework, devising a plan, every time having something useful up her sleeve. Then the sidekick, the redhead, hot-tempered and dim-witted, but also loyal and willing to lend his life for the sake of his friends. And finally the Leader, the saviour, the boy-who-lived. Older than his age, younger than he thought, he was the hero, brave and daring, getting him and his friends in danger, but always managing to get them out.

The Golden trio, they called them. Looked up to them, worshipped them, praised them as their liberators from evil and death. When they left on their greatest quest, disappearing from the known world in search of an antidote to the wickedness and pain spreading throughout the world, the wizards and witches across the globe prayed for their safe return.

They're praying now, four years later…