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Harry continued to cry on her shoulder as she stroked his back soothingly. When he finally
managed to get himself under control, he gently pushed her away, his face burning.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you...You're nice to listen...But...I don't know." he hung his
head in shame.
Sara pulled her chair over so she could hold both his hands. "Harry. This Riddle guy. Have they
caught him yet? Are they close?"
Harry shook his head. "They say he died back around the time he killed my parents. They don't
believe he's back. They don't believe me," he muttered.
Sara reached up and stroked his hair, noticing the scar on his forehead again. She shook her head.
"Harry. If you ever need someone to talk to, ring me up. I'm not the best at this sort of thing, but I'm
always willing to listen."
Harry slowly raised his head to look in her eyes. She was shocked at how green they were.
"Thank you, Sara," he said in the smallest of voices. "Thank you."
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