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Harry thought he had it all figured out. He had won the war. He had defeated the Dark Lord, fulfilled the prophecy, just like he was supposed to. But they hadn't counted on Harry surviving. It interfered with their plans and with the age of inheritance drawing near he would soon become a threat to all their scheming. He worked so hard to become what they wanted only for a repeat of his parents fate, as he whom was trusted so greatly turned his back on the golden boy. A killing curse cast just as his back was turned courtesy of the man he'd trusted. The man he'd thought was dead. The man looked down at the boy with a sickening smile. "This is the end I'm afraid, Harry, my boy." But they should have learned by now that when it came to Harry, Death had a soft spot. After all, the killing curse usually left behind a body, didn't it?
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