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“And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”

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“I owned the stage. Gave it a hundred and ten percent.”

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‘cause nothing lasts forever
even cold november rain

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-district1-:

May the odds be ever in your favour.

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Anyone want to recommend some REALLY GOOD Klaroline fanfics? 

And Harry, with the unerring skill of a Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

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