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Darkness bites the light the moment the arch seals shut behind me. For three breaths I see nothing. I keep the sword point forward and count, same way I used to steady nerves in a blind hallway breach. One, two, three. A faint green glow seeps from thin veins of moss that stripe the tunnel...
The grizzly barrels forward like a runaway truck. I shuffle right, betting on a clean sidestep, but its paw shoots out faster than thought. A wall of fur and bone clips my chest. The hit lifts me clear off my feet.
I slam into the earth so hard the world blurs white. Mud fills my mouth. Ribs...
Harry pushed open the classroom door with his elbow, arms full of Honeydukes loot.
"Truce offering," he announced, stepping inside.
She was already at the worktable, sleeves rolled and wand balanced between two fingers as she stirred their latest trial base. Her school robes hung open over her...
I wake face down on a slab of broken concrete. My head pounds like someone is beating a drum inside my skull. Dust coats my tongue, blood drips from my ear, and every breath scrapes my throat raw. I groan and press my palms against the stone but my arms shake so hard I almost collapse. The world...
I reach pushup eighty and drop flat. Sweat splashes on rough cement. Cedric walks by my bars, the light above him buzzing.
"Hey, Charles. Still want a book? Something to pass the time?" He waves an old paperback.
I sit on my knees. "Pass the time? That is my whole life now. Slide it in...
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By the second week of October, Harry had to admit it. He'd turned into a bit of a nerd.
Not like Hermione-level, obviously. But he had a...
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Chapter 21:
"Last week," Snape began, his voice slicing through the low murmur of the dungeon like a well-aimed...
Pretty good idea, hmmm. Daphne and Harry already started the brewing proccess but they are not working with venom just yet. So i might be able to incorporate that idea into the story. Will have to check though. Thanks a lot.
"You are probably wondering why I called you over here, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore.
Harry, sitting in the chair across from his desk, turned his eyes from Fawkes to the Headmaster. He hadn't seen the phoenix in a while, and for the first few minutes, he'd been quietly watching as the...
Twilfitt's Pewter and Titanium was a cauldron jungle and not a store. The piles of pewter, silver, and reinforced titanium figures rose precariously, some with tendrils of steam escaping from them, others softly radiating with internal magic. A massive blackened cauldron in a corner crackled...
Daphne let out a slow breath, clearly trying to collect herself after that little confession. She grabbed her quill, tapping it idly against the table before finally glancing back at Harry's notes.
"So," she said, as if forcing them both back to reality. "Are we done getting distracted, or do...