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It is said this purple flower has divinatory power,
And as you pluck its petals, the ritual requires
You quiet all your thoughts, and describe your heart’s desire.
Then look into its centre and count the stamen there,
If odd you will achieve it, if even you’ll despair.
Pluck.
“The Boy Who Lived... Twice.”
Pluck.
“Saviour of the Wizarding World.”
Pluck.
“The Keeper of my Heart.”
Pluck.
“The Redeemer of my Soul.”
Pluck.
He gazed down at the flower, paralysed.
A long time later he dropped it, turned, and resolutely walked away.
Into his future.