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I sat besides her craddle and watched her peacefully sleep. I couldn't help but smile at how much my life had changed in the past 3 years. I watched my 6 month old daughter as I remembered it all....
This wasn’t the first time I had tried to kill my self but it sure was the last. I had tried it a number of times but never really had the courage to do it.
A few years ago, my father had told me all about the horcruxes. Yes, it was classified information but at the time he was drunk. He had told me where they were hidden and what they were. At that time it didn’t seem like much but then I realised, knowing about the horcruxes could mean the end of Voldemort. After a while of thinking about this, I decided to tell Hermione about the information I knew.
The boys joined Hermione and me in our common room, as well as Ginny. After a while of trying to figure out what the final horcrux could be, we gave up and decided to play a game of truth or dare. “Truth,” I replied to Ginny as it was my turn. “Ok,” she said, a smirk playing at her lips. “Do you have a crush on Hermione?”
Before I knew it, I had been strapped down to a desk. As the whips were pulled out, I knew it was bad. “No son of mine will be a traitor to the Dark Lord!”
Hermione opened her mouth to respond but the door burst open. Madam Pomfrey came running in followed by two levitating bodies and a hysterical Ginny. The bodies were layed on the bed and Hermione ran up to see who it was. She was about to get a proper sight of the bodies when Madam Pomfrey quickly shut the curtains.
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