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Why was she painfully aware of every movement of every shadow? Why did the beams of moonlight make her nervous as they filtered through the window and danced across her room?
On the streets of London, a lone, mournful wail echoed into the sky above. The single shriek was filled with the most anguish and suffering the man had have ever heard in his entire life, and Remus Lupin knew that in her aparment, Hermione was weaping over the death of her husband.
Silence is much more than just the lack of sound... true, heart wrenching silence invades the mind and body, lets even the darkest depths of the soul know that no, no one is left alive.
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