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You stood by and did nothing while your "son" murdered Daphne. That's right, Harry just told me himself. He's standing right next to me.

You're weak-willed and self-serving, and I can't decide who I hope is next - you or Crouch.

Come here and see what you can do.

What, one murder a night isn't enough for you? Figures not.

Bet you'll have good dreams tonight. Dreams of her long, silken hair, brushing against your face. The way she sighs when you hold her close.

The look in her eye when you killed her.

Is that really you?

Are you actually alive?

They said Snape kidnapped you. That you'd had some sort of affair with Marvolo's mudblood. Then you tried to escape and Snape killed you, and they sent your father to Azkaban...

How much of that was true?

Rumours of my death have been greatly whatever.

So yeah, I'm alive.

They said, they said.

Stop believing what people say, Finnigan. Or haven't you noticed yet that it's all a pack of lies?

So are you going to tell me what actually happened? Some of it must have been true.

Why would we have share time?

We're not mates. Never were.

Sir, if you need anything brought to you, please do not hesitate to ask.

The students are settling down for the most part. And the elves have just arrived with soothing tisanes here in Ravenclaw.

Sir, I don't mean to add to your difficulties but do you know when we will be getting our wands back?

There are two dozen younger Slytherins who are falling apart into hysterics, and calming potions will go only so far.

W A N D S B E I N G K E P T F O R N O W F O R S E C U R I T Y B U T I W I L L S E E I F E N F O R C E R S W I L L R E L E A S E P R E F E C T S' A N D Y O U R S F O R H E A L I N G.

Batya.

Where are you?

H O s P I TA L   W I N G

M E E T   I N   O Ф I C E

S O   S O R R Y

Saw Him to the wards.

Needed to clear my-

Will be there soon.

H M N O T O N G R O U N D S O R I N C A S T L E.

W I L L U P D A T E I F H E R E T U R N S.

Sir,

Should I still be looking for Harry?

Because I don't think he's here.

Is Draco really alive? Did you know that?

HE'S NOT IN CASTLE OR ON GROUNDS. GO BACK TO DORM FOR NOW. WILL CALL FOR YOU IF YOU ARE NEEDED.

DID NOT KNOW ABOUT DRACO. NARCISSA WILL BE RELIEVED AT LEAST.

Sanctus Deus, Sanctus Fortis, Sanctus Immortalis, miserere nobis, amen. Ἅγιος ὁ Θεός, Ἅγιος ἰσχυρός, Ἅγιος ἀθάνατος, ἐλέησον ἡμᾶς. Holy God, Holy Almighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us, now and ever and to the ages of ages, amen. Blessed are our Gods, always, now and forever and to the ages of ages, amen.

Hear me, Gods who were and Gods who are and Gods who are yet to be, that Daphne Greengrass Crouch, beloved daughter of the house of al-Busiri, though she has gone forth by day before being taken fully into the house of al-Busiri, be counted among our honoured dead, now and forever and to the ages of ages. Her souls shall exist for years upon years, now and ever and unto the history of ages, beloved and perfected in the halls of beyond. May she rest in peace. May her souls and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.

May her souls come forth to the heavens, unburdened and unprisoned by the weight of her departure. May whatever sins she could have possibly sinned be forgiven, in the perfection of her life everlasting. May she feast in the fields of peace; may her souls be fed by the offerings we offer to our beloved dead. May her souls not be shut in, may her shadow be unfettered, may the way for her souls and her shadow be opened before her.

May the Gods grant her souls find rest where the righteous repose. May your memory be eternal, dearest of daughters, for you are worthy of blessedness and everlasting memory. With the saints give rest, O Christ, to the souls of Your servant Daphne, where there is no pain, nor sorrow, nor suffering, but life everlasting. May she rest in

May she

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Private message to Daphne Greengrass Crouch