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He didn't have time to cry out.
Moony, I love you.
He didn't have time to say goodbye.
Harry, this isn't your fault. I had to protect you.
All he felt was a falling sensation. No fear, no pain, no anger.
Ground was beneath his feet and he looked, seeing a doorway in front of him. He turned the handle.
So, this is death?
Moony, I love you.
He didn't have time to say goodbye.
Harry, this isn't your fault. I had to protect you.
All he felt was a falling sensation. No fear, no pain, no anger.
Ground was beneath his feet and he looked, seeing a doorway in front of him. He turned the handle.
So, this is death?