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"Red hair, brown eyes, and a stupid complexion. You must be a Weasley." His voice sneered at the girl that the group of children had circled around. I rolled my eyes and quickly made my way through the group. I took a protective stance in front of the ginger before glaring at the sight in front of me. "Silver hair, gray eyes, and a prat complexion. You must be a Malfoy." It wasn't the best comeback but trying to take Malfoy down was a feat that no one had the guts to do, until me. His eyes snapped towards me. They were challenging and full of fire as they stared me down. "How dare you speak to me like this. Wait 'til my father hear-" "Tell him I said hi." I power back. If looks could kill I'd be dead by now, but I decided that I wanted a deathwish. "You'll pay for this Burns." He spoke my name like it was venom on his tongue. "Will it be with debit or credit, I need to let Gringotts know." With this I turned on my heel, pulling the youngest Weasley with me. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe, characters, or plot. The only things I own are the prophecies I made up and Ryan (and the Burns family.)
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