"No one's going to be waiting for you, Sirius," I said to him.
He walked towards the distance without looking back
And I
I stayed in that year waiting for him forever.
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Harry found a photo in the pocket of his godfather's clothes.
In the photo, you can vaguely see an aristocratic girl standing next to a high-spirited and handsome boy. The girl has a proud and bright smile on her face, while the boy has an impatient look but the corners of his mouth are secretly curled up.
They kept a little distance between them, and it felt like they both acquiesced to the other's approach.
The girl's face in that photo had faded and turned white, as if someone had touched her countless times during the endless night.
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