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I cand imagine DE's dropping like flies from the horrors of the Dementors, until the Dark Lord himself is attacked and ultimately Kissed, his last bit of soul sucked from his mangle body as Harry instructs the patronus army to chase away the Dementors once and for all.

Christmas Eve, snowy winter, barefoot walking in the wilderness, looking back, all footprints are gone, snow is boundless. So we know that this is the will of God, and God has removed the signposts of return. Then I can only move on, go towards the horizon, go to the place where God lives, and place my heart on the altar of cand