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My eyes are grey, with a hint of blue in them. No one else has anything like them in my family and believe me I've checked. Fred and James thought it odd one day a few years ago when I went around, staring into everyone's eyes, but I had to know; I had to know who else had eyes like me. I was finally forced to come to the conclusion that absolutely no one did.
I notice James still has his arm around me, as if he is afraid I will go over and see what is going on between my father and the man he hates. I try to shrug him off, but he won't let me and only tightens his protective grip. Albus stands on the other side of me, his feet frozen in place like someone put a curse on him.
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"Did you know?" I ask, my voice sounding more forceful and mean than I meant it to. I fight back the tears that are threatening to fall from my steel colored eyes as I await her answer.
Was he really questioning this?
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