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here.]
It didn't strike Peter until he was on the grass and staring at the moon that the last time he'd gone out this way, it had been to collect Harry. The thought was a sobering one to say the least, particularly when he was the only soul on the field. No one but him and the great outdoors. Except replace 'great outdoors' with 'big fat death wish'.
His path remained as close to hugging the building as he could get, and soon disappeared inside once more.
[To
here.]