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"Watch her head!" Snape yelped. I glared at him, enjoying the way the blood faded from his face in fear. The bloodred blanket wrapped around it was quite annoying, but I still knew where the head was.
"Well...Hermione...I want you to know that your father and I love you very much, and no matter what, that is not changing. Alright?" she said, looking me straight in the eyes.
Ambushed on the Hogwarts Express
If I, Lord Voldemort, was going to become Draco Malfoy for a year, I should do it convincingly, right? And, besides, it had been years since I had done this.
Memories Best Left Forgotten
The shadows are what stopped me. I had been patrolling the train, doing my Prefect duties, looking for him. Over the summer, of course, I'd known it was stupid to allow it. Very un-Hermione-ish of me to see him, to help him.
"You moan it, practically, like the word itself is a sanctuary. You whisper it fervently in your sleep, like a man prays to a goddess. You breathe it in and out, all night," his voice was mocking now, twisted and grutesque, waiting to see the effect his words had on me.
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