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hpgw100 Harry sat, hunched over, on the shore of the Black Lake. So many good people lost. Why did so many kids have to become orphans? Why did so many parents have to lose kids? It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Footsteps rustled, coming closer. A flowery scent drifted on the air.
“Harry?”
“Why, Ginny?”
Ginny touched Harry
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