December 10, 1997
"I've always thought this hex was particularly disgusting." Harry told me as we both watched Goyle's arms pinwheel as his bogies formed a large bat crawling out of his nostrils.
"Pwease I dun no nuthun." Goyle said nasally through the hex.
"Well, if you're not going to provide information, you can at least provide entertainment." Harry replied, casting the hex again. But this time his magic surged, causing the skin on my arms to prickle, and the spell shot out brighter than before with a loud cracking sound similar to apparition.
Goyle gave a strangled yell, falling forward as his body briefly seemed to glow before with a bang he exploded, and bits of blood and skin pelted Harry and I where we stood ten feet away. The last thing I heard was Harry's wild laughter as I passed out hitting the soggy marsh ground.
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
