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Instead of Elizabeth, Mr Turner came face to face with the Womping Willow.

He sighed sadly, "We meet again my old friend."

The Womping Willow seemed as if it had reacted, stopping it's violent thrashing.

"I know, I know." Mr Turner knelt next to the tree and dug around the leaves.

He pushed leaves aside and searched for something. He pulled something out of the trunk of the Whomping Willow. Placing it in his pocket, he peered around for Elizabeth.

As he searched for her, he came across a pair of broken glasses. They were Elizabeth's glasses.

Mr Turner's eyes widened and he frantically dug around for Elizabeth. As he was digging, he heard a voice clear their throat and he looked up.

There, peacefully sitting on the Whomping Willow was his daughter. Elizabeth swung her legs and waved to him, right before she gave him the middle finger.

Mr Turner looked to her with pleading eyes, "Trust me, please."

"Not after you joined mother." Elizabeth spat.

"Elizabeth it isn't what you think." Mr Turner begged.

"Or is it?"

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