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This can't be happening. Not to me. I'm too young. I'm in fifth year, for Merlins sake!
"Dad, I can't be a prefect," I shouted. Everyone went silent, and my dad stared at me, whitening, his eyes getting wider."
Prophecies and Predicaments.
"Ginevra. It's happened," Gran told mum firmly and she stopped dead.
In This Together.
"Am I the father?" the someone asked.
"Who says I don't want anything to do with it?" he interrupted.
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