Here's a sneak preview before my friends get back to me with an proofread version.
Enjoy!
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“You..” He tried to distinguish his voice from his heavy breathing. Harry struggled to straighten himself up against the large tree, pieces of bark snagging his traveling cloak. He could feel his heart pounding in his head as the blood drained to his feet.
The old woman came up to his shoulders in height. Hunched over, he was able to see ants traveling through her knotted white hair, evenly dispersed with twigs and leaves. Dirt stained her pale, wrinkled skin. It appeared that she was still in the same rags he had remembered hanging on her boney frame.
Her large brown eyes met his and she slowly raised an inquiring dark eyebrow.
The corners of Harry’s vision were slowly beginning to darken, but he struggled to stay conscious.
“My friend… will she be … all right?”
Sparkles appeared around everything he saw. If he didn’t sit now it wouldn’t be much longer.
The woman gave a large, gummy grin.
“Death has already received its call. If more love, less will fall. Only true feelings come from within, if they don’t show, success will be dim.”
He didn’t have time for another riddle, not in this state.
“Damn you woman” Harry muttered as he felt his universe close in on him.
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