| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Go, Lord Voldemort hissed, his voice not allowing any compromise except death, his eyes narrowed and flashing bright scarlet, and the sight of him, deeply in contrast to the perfect moments she had remembered from years before, shot fear straight from her toes to the panic in her head and made her race as quickly from the area as possible to the ballroom again with her breath short and her body
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