Bury that Hatchet.

Sometimes, the obsession is so deep, I almost forget why I was angry with the person, and all that remains is that anger... It's time to bury that hatchet.

DANGEROUS DAVE

"Little Dave was standing in front of his mother, Meelka, fending off Voldemort." I regret not having more pictures of Dave. I never felt the need to. But I don’t need a photograph, Dave, I can never forget you.

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