Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand paintingThomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
With Gregorovitch dead, it was the merry-faced thief who was in danger now, and it was on him that Harry's thoughts dwelled, as Ron's snores began to rumble from the lower bunk and as he himself drifted slowly into sleep once more.it must've been something small."
"Harry?"
The wooden slats of Ron's bunk creaked as he repositioned himself in bed.
"Harry, you don't reckon You-Know-Who's after something else to turn into a Horcrux?"
"I don't know," said Harry slowly. "Maybe. But wouldn't it be dangerous
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