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Chapter 118: The Dursleys (II) (CH - 138)
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... a board, like someone who had wandered into the wrong dream and didn't quite believe it was real. Petunia Dursley—his aunt, who had never given him a kind word, who had barely looked at him with anything but coldness—was holding him.
Not gently, nor loosely, but tightly. Like she meant it. Like she was sorry. Her fingers clutched the back of his oversized shirt, as if she were afraid to let go.
Harry didn't know what to feel.
This was affection, wasn't it? The kind he ha ...
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