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The cruel twists of fate As the rain came down it washed over the trees and the grass, and the cheap wooden cross that Ottery had requested as his marker.
“Even in death he’s a cheapskate,” thought the man standing over the grave.
He spat on it and walked away, Lord Archer Armstrong, his revenge enacted felt accomplished, but empty somehow. The question now was what to do with the rest of his wretched life? Running from the wizarding law and the muggle law and he had only that stupid dead boy to thank for that. Even in death Ottery was a nuisance. He pulled up his cloak as much for the rain as to hide himself.
He had not taken it. He dare not take it. He told himself that he had some modicum of respect for the dead boy. So Archer had left him lying there sitting at the foot of the cross. The old hand sewn teddy bear, with Ottery gone the spell it seemed had been broken, and Teddy lay quietly to sleep next to the boy’s wooden marker. 
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