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...It's over.
Actually saying those words...it seems awfully unreal. In fact, it's all ruddy incredulous. Last time I was here, I found out I was meant to I'd die -- Now I'm back with his wand in hand and Dark Lord himself defeated.
Defeated. Bloody hell-
I can't manage a single word in parseltongue. The scar's just a regular scar for once. And my soul is entirely mine.
Yet, even if it's over, regardless if he's forever gone- It can't be called a victory, can it? How can we can we've won when Fred's dead- Tonks, Colin, Moody, Remus-
...I only hope that when I return, people will understand it just wasn't me. It's never been just me, even though I was anointed as their hero. I would probably have failed alone.
But it's over.
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There's a lot faces, but all and all, nothing's really changed. Curses, deities, chaos - everything's kept to the same pace. Even my stuff's still here from last time. Though I'm just most thankful that my memory's kept.
On the matter of curses, I think there's one today? I'm not sure what it is exactly...
By the way- Ron, I can give you back your spare wand now. I've managed to fix my own. ...Now what to do about the Elder wand.
And Remus, I've said it before, but I hope we can talk before you do anything rash decide anything. I think...I may be able to help if you can call it that.