The race to the end... Running down the steps from Hogwarts, a place Harry could always count on a calming feeling of home; except now he could not stop the memories of that fateful night when Voldemort returned. The end was near and he knew he didn't have much time. He could imagine what would soon take place- a scene of dark and light figures with jolting sparks of green and red flying between them. Panting as he ran, he knew had to reach that man, the one who was foretold to assist him in the final battle... he had to find the half-blood prince.
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