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Chapter Fourteen: The Witches They Could Not Burn

"She tells us... she tells me I'm going to end up like my mother..."

She could see the salmon-colored nails, clear as day. The light tumbling neatly through the windows and making the well-varnished table shine.

"End up like your mother?" repeated Dumbledore, though he sounded a million miles away.

The clear liquid swirling in the glass. The smell of Aunt Petunia's breath... I never liked sneaky children.

"Aunt Petunia says she got pregnant..." If she'd had enough to drink. "...That she was a loose woman, and she got herself blown up. That she was a freak like me and she deserved what she got."

Dumbledore orders extra security overnight. Suddenly, there are scarlet-robed Aurors in every corridor, and prefects are taking headcounts at curfew.

But why? Nothing and no one can hurt you at Hogwarts... right?

And finally, a long-awaited conversation is had.

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