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I would ask for God to save us, but he doesn’t exist here.
In the silence, my words spread like a scream, mostly because they are. Everyone flinches towards the sounds as I yell, “No!”
Because it’s the Hogwarts Express. Once a symbol for freedom, for growing up, for happy, magical times in a castle far, far away, now coming to bring death to whoever it is told to.
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