What a hands-on approach.
Tonks's fists were itching.
Who could do such a thing? Without a word, without any warning, plunging her straight into an illusion. In that illusion, Harry wasn't this poised and steady; he was just an ordinary Gryffindor, Sirius hadn't grown up either, remaining the exact same after graduating from Hogwarts as he had been when he walked out of Azkaban.
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