Albus saw a crying girl in front of the split. A Muggle, obviously he couldn't grasp anything yet, he was tiny. It was obvious that the red balloon was hers.
The old man went over to the little girl, knowing she could do nothing. The little girl was sitting on the ground in her red dress, crying loosely with her knees drawn to herself. "Do you want to talk?" said the old man. The girl looked at the man with swollen eyes. "My father said I shouldn't talk to people I don't know." said the girl. The Minister of Magic came to Albus and said, "An Obscurus, there are many dead. Most of them Muggles." said. Albus shook his head up and down. Fate was repeating itself.
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𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 ➽ 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚
Fanfiction-English Translation- ❝Maybe I'll die, but you will be here as a part of me...❞ Inside the huge garden, he had opened his arms like an airplane with the red balloon in his hand. He was running, laughing at the same time. His father was chasing him a...
