Friday, 28 November 2008

Neiman The Slugger

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"You carry him," Voldemort said. "He will be nice and visible in your arms, will he not? Pick up your little friend, Hagrid. And the glasses - put on the glasses - he must be recognizable - "
Harry had been expecting it, knew his body would not be allowed to remain unsullied upon the forest floor; it must be subjected

to humiliation to prove Voldemort's victory. He was lifted into the air, and it took all his determination to remain limp, yet the pain he
He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

   And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their
expected did not come. He was thrown once, twice, three times into the air. His glasses flew off and he felt his wand slide a little beneath
   Someone slammed Harry's glasses back onto his face with deliberate force, but the enormous hands that lifted him into the air

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