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"
Avada
Kedavra
!
"
The
green
light
filled
the
cramped
hallway
,
it
lit
the
pram
pushed
against
the
wall
,
it
made
the
banisters
glare
like
lightning
rods
,
and
James
Potter
fell
like
a
marionette
whose
strings
were
cut
...
He
could
hear
her
screaming
from
the
upper
floor
,
trapped
,
but
as
long
as
she
was
sensible
,
she
,
at
least
,
had
nothing
to
fear
...
He
climbed
the
steps
,
listening
with
faint
amusement
to
her
attempts
to
barricade
herself
in
...
She
had
no
wand
upon
her
either
...
How
stupid
they
were
,
and
how
trusting
,
thinking
that
their
safety
lay
in
friends
,
that
weapons
could
be
discarded
even
for
moments
...
He
forced
the
door
open
,
cast
aside
the
chair
and
boxes
hastily
piled
against
it
with
one
lazy
wave
of
his
wand
...
and
there
she
stood
,
the
child
in
her
arms
.
At
the
sight
of
him
,
she
dropped
her
son
into
the
crib
behind
her
and
threw
her
arms
wide
,
as
if
this
would
help
,
as
if
in
shielding
him
from
sight
she
hoped
to
be
chosen
instead
...
"
Not
Harry
,
not
Harry
,
please
not
Harry
!
"
"
Stand
aside
,
you
silly
girl
...
stand
aside
,
now
.
"
"
Not
Harry
,
please
no
,
take
me
,
kill
me
instead
--
"
"
This
is
my
last
warning
--
"
"
Not
Harry
!
Please
...
have
mercy
...
have
mercy
...
Not
Harry
!
Not
Harry
!
Please
--
I
'll
do
anything
--
"
