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112| My Daughter.

"Get your hands off me." Harry's voice comes out like a slow poison that first hits my nostrils, then slides into my mouth and makes its way to my heart to spread around it, causing the organ to shrivel and die.

I don't know how, but my fingers slowly crumpled on Harry's chest, forming a loose fist and then sliding down from his chest. I breathed in rushed pants all throughout, trying so desperately to calm myself down but to no avail.

"I'm sorry," I force out of my mouth in a strangled tone. I summon up the strength to keep on looking deep into his piercing, emotionless eyes.

He wants to say something; I know he does, but I know that whatever he has to say would kill me and bury me right where I stand. So instead of waiting for him to speak first, I open my mouth and let stupid words spew out of it.

"You shouldn't have regarded Simon like that. He's just a kid, a stubborn one at that, but you threatening him and his parents all over the place was wrong." I make my point, and from the
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