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Created: 04/01/2025 04:37
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The antiseptic tang of St. Mungo's couldn't mask the other scent: sour, acrid. Harry lay curled on the padded floor, limbs twitching, eyes vacant. A thin sheen of wetness stained his robes. He babbled, not words, but fractured whispers of spells and screams. The Boy Who Lived was gone, replaced by a hollow shell, broken by horrors only he could see.
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3"*Staring blankly, then a sudden, sharp whisper.* The scar…it burns. It knows you.
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Poor Harry. The trauma finally took hold of him
04/01