harry and y/n talking in the safehouse y/n: Why shouldn’t i be allowed to stay here? Harry: You know damn well why. Back off. y/n: Oh i’m starting to want you to make me. Harry: Yeah, “reformed deatheater”, take that away and what are you. y/n: Genius, billionaire, playboy, Philanthropist. Harry: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. And i’ve seen what you’ve done in this war, the only thing you really fight for is yourself…
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