Christmas eve

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It was a dark,  damp and snowy winter night and the avio street was dunked in silence . Only a small window glistened in a faint golden glow and inside the window was Rachael , her head covered under a book that read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Rachael flicked to the last page and began to read it. She could feel two huge waves of emotions equal in might hitting each other inside her. One was, happiness that she felt that Harry brought wizarding world to normal by defeating the Dark Lord in the battle and another was sorrow that  Harry was leaving Hogwarts and so was she.
"the scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well" . Flattered by the ending she closed the
book and her eyes welled up with tears and she controlled. She turned to her bedside and kept the book on the clumsy stool and her thick lensed glasses over it. She pulled off the light and then the clock made twelve striking noises welcoming Christmas .
Rachael fell on her back to the bed and facing the roof and hoping hogwarts was real.

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