“I DON’T CARE! I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!
– You do care, […] you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
Harry clutched the Cloak tightly around him in the darkness, traveling deeper and deeper into the forest, with no idea where exactly Voldemort was, but sure that he would find him. Beside him, making scarcely a sound, walked James, Sirius, Lupin, and Lily, and their presence was his courage, and the reason he was able to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
“You can tell me to mind my own business… but I saw something in that death potion back there. I saw you – hugging that Second Salem boy.”
“His name’s Credence. His mother beats him. She beats all those kids she’s adopted, but she seems to hate him the most.”
“And she was the No-Maj you attacked?”
“That’s how I lost my job. I went for her in front of a meeting of her crazy followers – they all had to be Obliviated. It was a big scandal.”
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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