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He was getting an odd sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach..the feeling you get when you know someones watching you..
Slimey Piece of Meat
She was breathing heavily, her face was as red as the tomato peelings that were now plastered to her robes.
Harry would have liked nothing better than to take the head down and smash it to pieces, but knew that this would acomplish nothing,
Crashes could be heard from dowstairs, Mrs. Weasley was screaming louder than ever.
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