It Will Not Last The Night;
But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends -
It Gives A Lovely Light.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~
Sunday, February 19th ~ Late Afternoon
If he'd stopped to think about it, Harry would have been worried. Very worried. He was in a wonderful mood and with the recent troubles at Hogwarts, he shouldn't have been. Part of it was perhaps the deep down gut feeling that it wasn't an animal attack. It would have made life too simple, too pleasant for that to happen. Harry had accepted a long time ago that normal wasn't a word that he was destined to become real familiar with. Probably about the time that Hagrid first showed up and announced he was a wizard.
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