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botnik. I've been playing with that for a bit.
Hermione looked at each tuber and she hurried off down the spiral staircase to the great hall for breakfast. Ron was standing there. He said gruffly "Weasley eyes on the back of hagrid’s door watched me and harry demonstrating that mouth thing." harry felt himself rising and looked over at the slytherin table. Harry said nothing about the memory. Hermione said impatiently that she was not sure whether or not harry thought that they were not as successful at keeping anger out as they thought.
Ollivander in a tremulous voice echoed malfoy quietly as he could. But harry could still hear him in the darkness that harry knew was still gazing down into his stomach. Black sky was everywhere but harry didn’t feel like ginny’s sunlight was still there. All of them were still pointing at the door behind uncle vernon’s international confederation of wizards and hermione, harry, and ron stared incredulously at hermione as she climbed into voldemort’s green robes and pulled out a large pile of golden wizard’s rods. Ron muttered under his breath about something. Harry felt himself turning paler, and he turned to look at the dursleys. Uncle vernon grunted in Akkadian. "Boy," he said, "You know the worst thing that dumbledore said? He said hagrid was putting on his pajamas under number four privet drive, and there he would burst off from behind, looking at aunt marge in her chair beside professor umbridge’s robes."
harry knew it was as bad as it felt, looking into umbridge’s eyes. Voldemort stood up, looking alarmed. "Harry, who could stop it?"
"I don’t dream that dumbledore would say something that remarkable."
ron and hermione were sitting on the windowsill in fred's fridge, which sprang open at each death sentence hagrid pooted. "I don’t know." he said softly, scribbling on her face with a small cardboard box.
Hermione sharply reached into ron’s flesh, looking for harry. She sobbed harder than ever before harry’s glasses flew across her eyes, sparkling with tears. Ron stared incredulously, fists clenched but his heart racing. Ron assured hermione, sounding relieved. "He's the great hall, now."
harry thought he was being mistreated. the door of the three broomsticks and hermione were sitting on the windowsill in fred and george's bloodstained bag of sweets. viktor krum was sitting on a little professor mcgonagall, gratefully carrying harry’s hand on a spindle. Lucius’s thing with ron was destabilized, and hermione had managed to get the invisibility cloak back from the slytherin dormitory, by maintaining petunia in a very ugly female voice as a joke.
Harry could tell that he and voldemort were all thinking the same thing: "living was highly ungrateful." dumbledore calmly pretended to do up his face as he watched harry and voldemort gazing into each other’s vault.
It'd make a bit less sense if I just hit 1 over and over:
Harry and ron had both grabbed hermione and pulled her to the ground and he felt the places where her mouth had touched him burn. red eyes stared blankly at the end of the corridor to the marble staircase and found themselves against a door as a herd of galloping desks thundered past the window and out of sight behind her. as she stalked away from the window ron was saying blithely he didn’t outweigh hermione. harry looked over the table at the bottom of the stairs lined with a wave of his wand and the door swung open and he was not sorry that she had recovered.
On the bright side, this could work as a "Third Impact Simulator". I've always been a fan of having third impact sequences in NGE fics be as trippy as the end of the TV series was, and bots deliver.
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