You think evil is gone because Voldie is gone? *cackles*
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I am starting to believe that I shall never have peace, that I shall never feel the warmth of safety. I do not know what hag cursed me at my birth, but if I ever do find her, she'll mourn the day she met me.
But if I had hoped for peace after everything that went on, it wasn't granted to me. I got roused in my sleep by heavy pounding on the Slytherin common room door. I try to ignore it and enjoy my newly found capacity to sleep unheeded, but it only gets louder and louder. I am forced to abandon my bedcovers and get ready to hex whoever has the audacity not to get a hint of why the door is not opening in the first place.
It had to be Potter. Far be it from me to hex the Boy-Who-Lived.
"What is it, Potter, that can't wait until the morning?"
Potter is holding his forehead. He pulls his hand away and I feel as if my heart stops. I never expected to see that happen again.
Potter's lightning-shaped scar is bleeding. The boy collapses and I only just have time to catch him before he hits the floor.
Why do I have to be the one to salvage the damn Golden Boy all the time? Why does all evil revolve around him? It is something I will never understand.
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short and sweet. I hear what you make of it. Oh, and Voldemort is dead as a doornail, I hate snake mugs. SO what d'you think is happening?