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“You have a chance to save everyone. Including the one you were always told could never be saved.”
Right, Harry thought. No pressure, then.
Harry can't bring himself to leave Voldemort's horcrux behind, suffering and alone on the floor of the almost-afterlife.
After the train takes him back - back to 1943, that is - he endures about five minutes of Tom Riddle's company before wondering if he should have just set the cursed thing on fire.
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i am so fucking stoked to finally be posting the chapter that's been rolling around in my head since i started this fic




















