Go The Distance( Harry Potter/Avengers crossover)
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" I can take you insulting myself and maybe even my father but if you ever insult my mother, her brother, his wife, or his son again I will make sure die the most painful death you could possibly imagine." I said in a deadly quiet voice.
Malfoy whimpered and ran from me.
I can't blame him. I'm scared of myself sometimes.
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