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  • admin 5:07 am on January 23, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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  • admin 11:42 am on January 20, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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      For a second that contained an eternity 

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      ”Someone’s coming,” he said suddenly.
      Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn’t make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something.
      Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And – several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time – Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby … or was it merely a bundle of robes?
      Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.
      It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second.
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      And then, without warning, Harry’s scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.
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      Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
      For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric’s face,catching himself up., at his open gray eyes, blank an

     
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