"Good." Harry's vehemence was understandable, but he wasn't used to feeling so angry. "James died. He was cut in half. I spent the night with Alistair, letting him drink himself into oblivion. They had to stitch him together to transport his body back to England."
He was starting to remember things. Which wasn't entirely a good thing.
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Date: 2016-06-03 04:20 am (UTC)He was starting to remember things. Which wasn't entirely a good thing.