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timepiececlock"I know you sometimes go the muggle film theaters during your breaks at work."
"How-- how do you know that?"
"Because I'm your wife." She said it so simply and with such firmness, that Harry was dwarfed by her confidence. How could she spurt it out, like that one word answered everything? He was not so sure as that about anything about her. Sometimes he worried because he wasn't that confident about anyone or anything, and even the woman he's supposed to know best often baffled and confused him. The way she furrowed her eyebrows together, the way she looked now. He never knew what she would say, and at moments like this it hurt, because she seemed to know his words before he spoke them.
"I know that you call Hermione Granger at odd hours to quiz her on random things you remember from your childhood. But the conversations leave you further upset, because she's forsaken the muggle world even more than you have. Since her parents died she's ignored what she couldn't forget. And so you get angry at her, too."
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"You can't combine the wizarding world and the muggle world Harry. It wouldn't be safe for them, and it wouldn't be safe for us."
"Wouldn't be safe?"
"I calculated it once, over breakfast. With the right spell, perhaps one modified to detect levels of magic in the body, sixteen learned wizards could simultanesously kill every muggle and squib in Northern Europe. Only sixteen. In the end they'd hunt us into extinction or servitude, or we would destroy them."
"You calculated this over breakfast." Luna looked squarely at him, and Harry was reminded of just how much smarter his wife was than himself. "I-- I didn't mean it like that, Lu; I know you would never contemplate that kind of thing lightly. But, you don't really understand. It's not just about the muggles versus the wizards."
"How-- how do you know that?"
"Because I'm your wife." She said it so simply and with such firmness, that Harry was dwarfed by her confidence. How could she spurt it out, like that one word answered everything? He was not so sure as that about anything about her. Sometimes he worried because he wasn't that confident about anyone or anything, and even the woman he's supposed to know best often baffled and confused him. The way she furrowed her eyebrows together, the way she looked now. He never knew what she would say, and at moments like this it hurt, because she seemed to know his words before he spoke them.
"I know that you call Hermione Granger at odd hours to quiz her on random things you remember from your childhood. But the conversations leave you further upset, because she's forsaken the muggle world even more than you have. Since her parents died she's ignored what she couldn't forget. And so you get angry at her, too."
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"You can't combine the wizarding world and the muggle world Harry. It wouldn't be safe for them, and it wouldn't be safe for us."
"Wouldn't be safe?"
"I calculated it once, over breakfast. With the right spell, perhaps one modified to detect levels of magic in the body, sixteen learned wizards could simultanesously kill every muggle and squib in Northern Europe. Only sixteen. In the end they'd hunt us into extinction or servitude, or we would destroy them."
"You calculated this over breakfast." Luna looked squarely at him, and Harry was reminded of just how much smarter his wife was than himself. "I-- I didn't mean it like that, Lu; I know you would never contemplate that kind of thing lightly. But, you don't really understand. It's not just about the muggles versus the wizards."
