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"You should be more careful," Poppy says as she hands Harry the potion.
"I know," Harry tiredly replies, taking the potion. He closes his eyes as he drinks it, the taste disgusting him
"There," Poppy says as she takes out a cigarette. "That should heal you."
"Thank you," Harry says, the aftertaste sinking in.
"You're welcome," Poppy says as she lights her cigarette with her wand.
"And I'm sorry for constantly getting hurt," Harry says.
"It's okay, dear. Just try to stay out of danger next time."
"I will try."
"Good," Poppy smiles. She leans in and presses a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Love you, dear."