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He stood near the Slytherin stands, just outside of the team’s locker rooms and broom shed. He swallowed, looking up at the darkening sky. Just as he was about to straddle his Firbolt, and kick off for the fiery horizon, he thought he’d heard a mewling just near the broom shed.
He had taken a moment to sit on the flat rock that overlooked the darkened lake. The ripples of the water’s surface had...
After a while, Crookshanks yawned and walked over to Draco, only to jump to his lap and stretch his paws out. He closed...