HARRY POTTER AGAINST HIS DESTINY
DEATH
'What a good day', thought Harry. 'And what a bad day'.
There he was, in his enormous house, with his dog Lucius and with 106 years. ' Hey, Lucius. I can feel my end. These are my last days' And he was right. A cup of tea appeared on his hand and Harry started drinking.
'Oh' Whispered Harry. He could feel something hot running through his chest. It wasn't the tea. It was something else. Soon that hot feeling started running through his stomach and went to his head. His brain started to hurt. Suddenly he couldn't breath. It was his hour.
'Bye, old chap', said to Luicius. And he fell to the floor gently, but dead.
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DEATH
'What a good day', thought Harry. 'And what a bad day'.
There he was, in his enormous house, with his dog Lucius and with 106 years. ' Hey, Lucius. I can feel my end. These are my last days' And he was right. A cup of tea appeared on his hand and Harry started drinking.
'Oh' Whispered Harry. He could feel something hot running through his chest. It wasn't the tea. It was something else. Soon that hot feeling started running through his stomach and went to his head. His brain started to hurt. Suddenly he couldn't breath. It was his hour.
'Bye, old chap', said to Luicius. And he fell to the floor gently, but dead.
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