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My depression will not be grieved. Zero. Cold. Ice. Death. Desperation. Solution. Praise. Pain. Panic. Murder. Acceptance. Acquiescence. Suicide. Thus is seen the awesome power of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

One special little boy takes his pain and invents a world of magic and mystery, but all dreams end. Everyone has to wake up sometime. One little girl is all it takes.

"I was cruel, I was evil, I was mean, I was vile,``But that wise Weasley oaf still made me not smirk—but smile"