Flores Doloris: Chapter 10 - FLIDETHECHEMIST (HP belongs to J.K. Rowling)
A crushed expression overtook Petunia's face in seconds, pale eyes brimming with unshed tears. Harry reached out, but she wiped them away with an angry sweep of her arm and growled at him. "Stop it." She moved with heaving breaths and sat there for a moment, trying to compose herself, clutching her skirt until it wrinkled. "Why can't you just stop? I've done everything that I could, but nothing works." Harry swallowed, looking down in shame. "I know... I'm sorry."
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