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Quote for this chapter: Death smiles at murder.
Chapter 37
"Harry, if you do this then you'll go to hell," Hermione threatened as she ran out of ideas, "You know that this isn't the right thing to do."
"Yeah mate, listen to Hermione," Ron said as they backed away from an insanely grinning Harry, "You know she's always been the voice of reason between us three."
"Oh I don't think I'm going to regret doing this at all," Harry said with a dark grin, "Not after everything you've done your backstabbers, but I should of known with Ron being from the same family are Wormtail."
"Come on mate, I never meant anything I said," Ron said with a gulp, "You know, it's all a joke, I didn't mean anything by it."
"Oh really?" Harry said with a not so innocent tilt of his head, "I can take you insulting and hurting me but my daughter? Nope, not at all."
"That freak isn't your daughter!" Ron cried out in anger only to find Hermione's hand over his mouth.
"Death smiles at murder," Harry said darkly as he gave them a fanged smirk, "Both of you will be meeting death tonight."
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