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Harry, meanwhile, was doing his best not to act awkward or overly nervous. He walked to the kitchen to start making tea, pulling down the sugar and the bags, and setting on the kettle. All the while, he snuck peaks toward his mother and offered her a faint smile.

When the water was finally warming, he turned back to her, studying her and staring before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I just...um, what has James- I mean, my father said?" What did she know about her future? His stomach turned, not wanting to be the one to have to tell her their fates. Then again, the Ministry had never given them exact directions for this, either.

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