The ferocious wind swept me off my feet and I cascaded down the ancient rolling plains of the Deathly Hallows. It was impossible to see which way was home. I called out in to the storm, but no one could hear or see me in the black of night. The winds piercing screams filled the air. All I could do was close my eyes and count to ten...is this the end?
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charlotte
5/26/2015 05:58:39 pm
very suspenseful.
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Hugo
6/3/2015 01:46:02 pm
Good piece of work l really thought it was smart good story.
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