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... e a living thing, branches reaching with skeletal fingers through the gloom. Every snap of a twig made him flinch. Every rustle could be an Auror. Or worse.
He checked his pocket watch for the tenth time. Half past nine. They were late.
Please come, he thought desperately. Please—
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
The sound of Apparition split the night like thunder. Draco’s heart leaped—then plummeted as shapes emerged from the darkness.
No Aunt Bella.
Instead ...
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