Saturday, April 16

Rescue

Ever since I was a little girl I imagined, much like Harry Potter, that someone would come take me away, from a house that never felt like home, from a family that never felt my own. Every night it feels like those hundreds of nights that Harry waited for over 10 years. And finally Hagrid rescued him. Harry always knew he was special, meant for bigger and better things. But maybe that's why it's a book. And I'm in a world called reality.
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