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Someone's Dead," Said Malfoy, And His Voice Seemed To Go Up An Octave As He Said It. "one Of Your People...i Don't Know Who, It Was Dark...i Stepped Over The Body...i Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way.

Hide Them All, Then. Keep Her – Them – Safe. Please.' And What Will You Give Me In Return, Severus?' In – In Return? Anything.

What Do I Care How 'e Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave!

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

Would It Hurt To Die?