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Into The Pensieve Gather Your Thoughts

know you did Harry: I would have told you, you?re my best friend Ron: Piss off Harry (Ron): Take a look at my face, I?m disgusted with you Did you tell all your

wouldn?t crucio your sister If my occlumency lessons had done their job I want you back So surprised When you told me That I incendioed your dress robes and killed your

You know it?s not easy Being so ugly But since you?re my girlfriend I thought it was cool You try to hide it Pretend like you like it But a pint of veritas

If you chase my golden snitch And you fly so fast and you charm so well I hope we never part But in case we do what I ask of you Is the portkey to your