
“I told you, I know you. You may not have memories of me right now, but I do know you, and I care.” she said with a small smile. “More and more every day.”
“How do you know me? That doesn’t make sense.”
“You were different when I met you. It’s been three times now, you were different each time.” she said with a small frown. “Either that or you’ll all different and Harry just really liked that name…”
“My mother named me,” He shrugged, “So maybe it’s someone else.”
“I didn’t mean to do that.” she said. “I…” she had very little excuse, she knew that. “Please put the knife down.”
He laughed, “I’m sure you didn’t Lucy.” He rolled his eyes, “That’s why you fucking raised his hopes and then crushed...