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But I ain't lettin' up until the day I die.
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"You won't find anything in there." Hermione was saying to Harry firmly on a late Sunday evening.
They were all in the common room, sitting beside the fire at a table. The only other people awakened there were the other sixth years, everyone buzzing about the new notice of Apparition exams coming up in several months.
Harry was pouring over his Potions textbook, ignoring the excitement, as he looked for ways to persuade Professor Slughorn to give a memory that he was asked to receive by Dumbledore.
Apparently, the memory was supposed to reveal what a horcrux was. Harry and Dumbledore both went into the Penesive, discovering that Tom Riddle had asked Slughorn about it.
The memory was tampered however, and it was Harry's job to find out the truth.
He sighed exasperatedly, "Don't start, Hermione. We all know you despise the Prince."
"You honestly wouldn't even need it if you paid attention to Snape in our first year!"
"You're just sour that I've beat you every class."
