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Under Attack.
66. Pace
I ran, trying to keep up with Dora’s impressive pace. At five months pregnant, she could still run faster than me. The Death Eaters had been following us for a week and had chosen the day after full moon to attack, expecting me to be weak. I realised too late that we had run into a dead end. We were trapped. I only just managed to block the spells raining in on us. We traded spells with the Death Eaters.
“You have to Apparate!”
“But what about the baby?”
“We’re both going to be dead in a minute if we don’t go! You first!”
(To my mind Apparating when pregnant would be risky, what if you splinched yourself or the baby?)
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