The Boy Who Lived
As I was eating my lunch, I noticed a boy with a lightning scar. I knew immediately that he was Harry Potter, the boy I had to kill. A shiver ran up my spine. He didn't look evil. If anything, he was good. I plucked up the courage to go over to him. Timidly, I asked him "Are you Harry Potter?""Yes, but you're not getting anything" He obviously got crazy fans a lot. "I know, I just need to speak to you. My grandfather wishes to kill you. His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am here to warn you that he is coming. Please trust me. I won't hurt you." He stood up and started to speak…
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