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He glances up, face lighting up like the damn sun. "Daddy! Look!" He waves the book excitedly. "I figured out the math trick Grandpa showed me!" I force a smile and sit beside him. "Show me, champ." Harry grins, holding up both hands. "Okay, see? If you want to multiply by nine, you just bend the finger that matches the number. Like this-" He folds his third finger down. "Nine times three is twenty-seven! Two fingers on the left, seven on the right!"

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

Dehleez pe mere dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan seekha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan seekha maine jeena mere humdum Na seekha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na seekha jeena tere bina humdum Dehleez pe merey dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan sikha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan sikha maine jeena, mere humdum Na sikha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na sikha jeena tere bina humdum Oh god! I am going to cry! I am going to cry! He placed the guitar aside and came in front of me.

"Stop... I can't breathe, Harry." Harry's muscular arm, with bulging veins, tightly grasped Emma's neck, easily lifting her entire body. His eyes resembled a lost demon, growling as he spoke to her, "Quickly, bring more drugs here!" Emma struggled, clawing fiercely at his hand, but he seemed impervious to pain. She gasped, weakly pleading with every breath, "Please, Harry... Wake up!" Emma's legs kicked wildly in the air. Her gaze focused on the bedside lamp, and she cleverly knocked it down to the floor, creating a loud noise.

His mind is elsewhere. After a few seconds, his eyes narrow and his features sharpen. He exhales sharply. "Harry, what are you going to do?" I ask him. "Stop the music!" He barks out loud, and everything changes.

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

We were younger then, in a time when joy didn’t require a hefty price tag. The bass, percussion, and Liesje’s voice erupted in unison, electrifying me. Emotion overwhelmed me, locking me in a state of rapt stillness. I could only stare—at her, at the band, at this song I loved, an anthem from the less commercial side of the ’90s. Some friends called Nr. 9 one of the album’s least digestible tracks. To me, it was the opposite. Those lyrics I knew by heart—about a woman seen in Vienna, standing before a mirror with a foolish name, yet maybe capable of honesty… an arrogant kind of honesty.

I tortured it a little to get it to shed tears, before collecting the teardrops with a little container that looked like a conical flask. I stirred the potion vigorously as instructed in the book, up until the bubbles stopped popping, and my arms took the fall of all the stress. I then set out the letters in a rectangular order, smeared the potion on them, and chanted the spell, " quo nam viu assamblia te" - " I call for the Assembly, hear me". Each of the letters started burning up, until they all turned to ashes, and the ashes to dust, and the dust into thin air. I held my breath, hoping that the twelve witches all received the message........................

My whole body felt hot, like fire was running through my veins. Sierra gasped. “Lila, it’s working! Keep going!” I held onto the song inside me. My voice trembled, but I didn’t stop. “Open the path… break the chains… I am the song… I am the flame…” There was a loud crack, like the sound of thunder. Light burst around the cage. The magic locks glowed bright, then snapped with a sharp pop. “Lila!” Sierra screamed, running toward me. “Sierra!” I shouted.