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"They still write poems about you, you know?" He looked at me strangely, "Why?" I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those." He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a moment." - last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing Warning ⚠️ : This story contains swearing, indications of assault, mature content and serious Harry feels. Read at your own discretion.