In the Mourning by beyond the rain
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A Gryffindor is Not a Morning Person
“Potter, if you’re going to hover around my office, please come inside, you’re scaring the portraits half to death boy.” The old woman said before stifling a yawn, she clearly wasn’t a fan of mornings either. Perhaps it was a common Gryffindor trait.
Meeting Before the Storm
Tea and Sorrow
“Now, Potter, there’s no doubt you must be feeling –” she began, but Harry interrupted quickly.
“I hated him you know. Made my life hell for six years teaching me, the git. But he was the reason I was still alive a lot of the time, and he wasn’t even doing it for me. He was doing it for mum.” Her nephew explained, and Petunia found herself now mourning for two lost friends instead of one.
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