“Where is he!” screamed Harry, more a statement than a question. Hands were tugging him away, saying soft words like, “Come this way, Harry” or, “Hush, Harry.” He ripped out of their grip forcefully, as if their touch was fire instead of skin. “Tell me where he is!”
Lupin was at his side, much like the night Sirius fell behind the veil. That
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