Ford Smith Just Between Us painting
Apple Tree with Red Fruit painting
Salvador Dali Sleep painting
Harry's extremities seemed to have gone numb. He stood quite still, holding the miraculous paper in his nerveless fingers while inside him a kind of quiet eruptions sent its equal measure through his veins. Lurching to the bed, he sat down.
He read the letter again, but could not that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.
Impatiently brushing away the wetness in his eyes, he reread the letter, this time concentrating on the meaning. It was like listening to
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