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“Not helping James.” I heard her muffled voice.
“Tired yet, Hughes?” James asked, grinning. Tears were running down his cheeks too, but he didn't seem to be tired one bit.
As I uttered the words to her, her head shot up and I saw something in her eyes I’d seen only once before.That look in her eyes looked a lot like hatred and this time, it wasn’t directed at her parents.No, this time it was directed at me. Me, James Sirius Potter, her best friend for the past seven years.Set after all chapters.
Set six years later.
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