-Harry Potter, Harry Potter
-ALL YOUR NORM ARE BELONG TO US
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Lily! . . . --ere! Ta-- . . . and r--. . .
. . . --ot . . .-- ease, n-- . . .
--ve . . . --de gir--
ta-- . . . ead!
AVADA KADAVRA!
He spasmed (don't knock the walls, they'll hear), green eyes wide and lungs heaving for oxygen as he awoke. Already the green light was slipping away like quicksilver, but he felt frozen, and he was so relieved when he heard the shifting and felt the warmth of other hands gently prying his own away from the blanket.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah."
They didn't say anything else, just listened to the mingled sounds of their breathing, one calm, the other becoming so, and both slowing, slowing, slowing...
And nine-year-old Kory Potter fell back asleep under the cupboard of number four, Privet Drive, next to his twin.
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TBC?
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