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From: | Chava Mcvey |
Subject: | [Carbone-dev] with huzey |
Date: | Sat, 1 Jul 2006 09:39:22 -0700 |
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I am not weak, said Harry in a low voice, fury now pumping through him so that he thought he might attack Snape in a moment. Then prove it! Master yourself! spat Snape. Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Leguimens! He was watching Uncle Vernon hammering the letterbox shut: a hundred Dementors were drifting across the lake in the grounds towards him: he was running along a windowless passage with Mr Weasley: they were drawing nearer to the plain black door at the end of the corridor: Harry expected to go through it: but Mr Weasley led him off to the left, down a flight of stone steps: |
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