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I was falling through what seemed to be an endless blue vortex, hearing nothing except for the sound of rushing wind as I plummeted down.
I had no ideas whatsoever on how to get back. And what made me feel even worse was that this was all my fault.
“You do realize we only have three days to search until we have to sleep on the streets?” I said, looking at each one of them with a hard expression.
There was nothing we could do. Hope was quickly leaving me, and never in my life had I longed to see my home again.
Things must have been really bad if the muggles were getting suspicious. The Death Eaters must have thought they were complete idiots and wouldn’t notice so many tragic events over the past year.
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