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The class had just settled back into their seats when Flitwick clapped his hands. "Alright, wands away for now. I want you to listen."
That got their attention. Flitwick never made them put their wands away unless something important was coming. The usual rustling and chatter died down as he...
The Great Hall was packed, students crammed onto the benches, voices echoing off the high stone walls. Golden plates overflowed with food, and the smell of roast beef and fresh bread filled the air. But at the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't eating much. Their heads were still...
Harry dropped into his seat at the table, tossing his bag onto the floor. Hermione was scribbling away at her Arithmancy homework, barely looking up, while Ron glared at his Transfiguration parchment.
Ron glanced up as Harry pulled out his Transfiguration book and the half-filled roll of...
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, picking at his toast while Ron shoveled eggs onto his plate. The usual morning buzz of the Great Hall surrounded them, but Harry's thoughts were elsewhere.
"I'm serious, Ron," Harry said, breaking the silence. "I'm thinking about dropping Divination."
Ron...
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Harry entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ron waving at him. He quickly sat down beside him, but before they could exchange a single word, Moody, who had been standing on the platform at the front of the class, spoke up.
"Right, then...
Hagrid's hut loomed ahead, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. The Gryffindors lingered awkwardly near the paddock, their chatter fading as they scanned the grounds.
"Where's Hagrid?" Ron asked, craning his neck toward the forest. "You don't think something… ate him, do you?"
Hermione...
Before we jump into the next chapter, I'd like to take a moment to address something. I've found it quite amusing how a single word Harry used in the previous chapter has sparked such a wave of negative comments and overanalysis. So, let me be perfectly clear:
If you don't like this story...
"What do we even need formal robes for?" Ron's voice broke through the gentle rhythm of the train's clatter.
Harry looked up from the book resting on his lap. He, Hermione, and Ron were seated in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. They had bid farewell to the Weasleys at the platform; Ginny...
Rewatching Goblet of Fire for the 5th time, and as always, I can’t stop laughing at that broom cupboard scene. Harry’s like, 'It’s a broom cupboard,' and Rita just goes, 'You should feel right at home, then.' 😂 Absolute gold every single time
The Portkey deposited them into the dim corridor of Grimmauld Place with an abrupt thud. Harry stumbled, steadying himself on a battered table, while Sirius landed with practiced ease, brushing imaginary dust from his coat like it was all routine.
"Home again," Sirius declared, gesturing...
Chapter 7
The corridor defied reason. It was too narrow, yet stretched endlessly, folding in on itself in impossible ways. The air pressed down like a heavy weight, thick and wrong. Each step Harry took sent ripples through the space, the sound of his boots returning twisted and uneven, as...
Chapter 6
The hotel was modest but clean, with worn carpets and heavy floral curtains that looked like they hadn't been changed in decades. Sirius dropped his bag onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
"Not a single self-fluffing pillow in sight," he complained, poking at the mattress. "Do muggles...
Chapter 5
The world spun violently around Harry, a blur of color and sound, until he landed with a jolt on a cold stone floor. He stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of a wooden table. The air smelled faintly of old parchment and faint traces of cleaning potions. Blinking rapidly, he...
Chapter 4
When Harry's eyes fluttered open, the sterile white ceiling of St. Mungo's greeted him. The quiet hum of magical wards and faint murmurs of voices reminded him he wasn't at the Burrow anymore. His body felt heavy, a dull ache radiating from his ribs and side, though he was sure it was...
Chapter 3
The campsite was alive with activity as wizards from across the globe prepared for the Quidditch World Cup. Everywhere Harry looked, he saw enchanted tents sporting the colors and banners of rival teams, magical cooking fires, and witches and wizards chatting animatedly in dozens of...