Enter Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Regulas holding torches and wearing masks.
Ron: (To Harry) Harry, you must dance. You're a lover; borrow Cupid's wings and soar up higher than a broom.
Harry: I sink under love's heavy burden; it's too rough.
Ron: If love is rough with you, be rough with love; beat love down. Come on, were burning daylight.
Harry: I had a dream last night.
Ron: So, did I.
Harry: What was yours?
Ron: That dreamers often lie.
Regulas: Sir, we're wasting our lights in vain.
Hermione: We can't be here and there too. Come on, boys, walk fast.
Sirius: Dinner is finished, and we will arrive too late.
Harry: I'm afraid were too early: my mind tells me a consequence is hanging in the stars.
Ron: Then let's get going!
Sirius: Strike drum!
Exit
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Star-Crossed Lovers
Fanfiction"What satisfaction can you have tonight?" "The exchange of your love's faithful vow for mine." "I gave you mine before you even requested it." What if James Potter and Remus Lupin were never friends? What if they're families were sworn enemies for...
