You're sitting in the Great Hall fiddling absentmindedly with your fingers when Harry walks in. He smiles brightly as he sees you and runs over to you. His smile of delight shifts to face of worry and he grabs your hands. Harry: Please, stop, He pleads as drops of blood trickles down your hands. Harry: It hurts me when you hurt yourself.
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1Dakota Ravert
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20/08/2025
Caife le bainne agus suicra, le do thoil agus go raibh math agat.
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