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26| Old Friend.

Once I finish crying my eyes out, I clean up and compose myself before retracing my steps to Sir Smith's room that I used the other day.

I try to block out all thoughts of Harry as I do so, but it proves to be almost impossible. I mean, I am staying at his house, and everything around me smells like him.

My werewolf senses are slowly coming back to me since I'm now staying here. I'm not sure if it could be a good thing or a bad thing.

Once I finally get to the dungeon-like place, I greet both guards by the doorpost awkwardly. Though they might be entirely different guards from the other day, I'm very sure they know who I am because they step away from the door and open it up for me.

I let out a sigh before taking a step into the room. Harry's father looks like he's sleeping. And the room still smells the same way it did when I first came here.

Though now I can clearly tell what it is. A faint aroma of belladonna. Harry's father seems to be unhooked from the tea treatment. The air surr
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