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If he was being honest, Harry was glad she was going to see Petunia. Not because he thought Ana owed it to her, of course not. But because he knew Ana and he knew that she might at some point, beat herself up over it. Even if it was years from now, Harry didnât want her to put anymore thought into them than necessary, so if anything, this would at least give her the permanent closure she needed. Harry told Ana heâd go to the Dursley home before she got there and if that was to threaten her father beforehand, no one else had to know. Harry had distanced himself from the rest of their family upon arriving, trying to will away every ill feeling he had for Anaâs sake. Despite that, he gave her a small, gentle smile when she stepped through and walked over to bring her into his arms, fully aware of Dudleyâs presence somewhere off to the side. âLast chance to back out, Ana Banana,â he whispered softly against her hair, pulling back to look at her, his expression serious. âDonât let them get to you, okay? Iâm here. Iâm not leaving your side. Focus on me. When youâre ready to go, say the word and weâre out.â
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â ---- Ana looked around before Harry reached her and pulled her into a hug. She felt suddenly transported back to when she was eleven and had to leave when she decided to learn how to be a witch like Harry did, and her great-aunt before him. She purposely made sure not to meet the gaze of her father because she knew that she would run right back out the door if she did. And none of them deserved that satisfaction. She looked back at Harry when he pulled back and simply nodded at his words. âLetâs just end this chapter, once and for all.â
















