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“How do you do it? A single mother sending your son off to boarding school? You must make excellent money!”
Please, Remember Me
“Mum! What if you see Dad? It’s to risky, with the Dementors all over the place! You’ll end up back in St. Mungo’s!” I yelled.
“The man that escaped was. . .was Sirius Black,” the Minister said.
Drinking and Dialing
Shaking my head, I realized the memory, the most detailed memory I’ve had in a long time, wasn’t fading like they usually did when they surprised me.
Susan Carlson. Why does that sound so right?
Murder, I Wrote
“Do you like Remus?” I asked, feeling like a sixteen year old again.
Under Serious Attack
“My father has done nothing to make his mistakes right,” I said rolling over to looked at Lyra, “Nothing.”
Something that Produces Results
“Mum was curious, but Dad couldn’t explain. Not until he told my mum that he was going to sacrifice himself,” Lyra stopped again, tears in her eyes, looking up at Tristan.
The Shake (Awful Feeling)
I was hallucinating now. The black dog was standing near by, watching me.
“Tristan?” I whispered, brushing his face. His skin was still soft and young, being too young to shave.
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