I look up from my homework.
Something’s wrong, I can feel it.
Though, when is something not wrong?
Between the war…
The fear…
Harry…
Harry. My best friend.
He had been acting strangely.
Must be because of Sirius’s death.
I sigh.
My other best friend looks at me.
‘Something wrong?’ he asks.
Yes something’s wrong! Harry’s depressed and
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