Tea and Irony: A Harry Potter Story
“Harry?” The dark haired man tensed and gripped the phone tightly as he recognized the voice on the line addressing him. The vintage rotary hardly ever rang, of course. Ginny and Harry only kept it…
“Harry?” The dark haired man tensed and gripped the phone tightly as he recognized the voice on the line addressing him. The vintage rotary hardly ever rang, of course. Ginny and Harry only kept it…
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