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Prologue: Christmas 1969
All things must begin somewhere.
She always wanted her words to mean something, no matter the cost.
“You know what, Horne? You don’t make sense.”
The dungeons were cold, gloomy, and filled to the brim with Slytherins. Lovely.
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