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November 11
Hundreds of red poppies still grow;
By white crosses row after row;
Watching over those who fell;
Trying to keep our countries well;
We all must take the 11th of November;
To step back and of those remember;
Lets also thank those still out there;
Bravely fighting everywhere;
Just so that safe you and I can be;
God bless all for keeping us free.
poem written by Patricia Carrick.

Nov.10

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Hi Sara 😊

Harry, having heard Draco's idea devised a safe way to shield them against the incendio curse and made sure that both his son and Draco's were protected when multiple curses hit the inside and outside of the magical suitcase. Fire, as fierce as a dragon's breath, engulfed everything around their bubbles of protection, levitating in the air. Within minutes, it was over. The sand creatures had cristallized into glass. Not a living thing had survived except inside the magical bubbles.