certher
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Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. “The Affligo Sonus charm is a focused auditory pulse designed to disrupt concentration and cause momentary disorientation in living targets. When cast properly, the spell produces a tight cone of sound that resonates at a frequency just above the human hearing threshold. Unlike the more common Sonorus or Quietus charms, Affligo Sonus operates not on…-
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Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Harry Potter didn’t ask for this. He didn’t even want to be in the bloody tournament. The parchment with his name still sat on Dumbledore’s desk, blackened at the edges like it had been cursed. Which, honestly, it probably had. His name wasn’t supposed to come out of the Goblet of Fire. He wasn’t supposed to be competing. He was supposed…
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Harry woke up tangled between soft limbs and warm skin. Lavender was curled against his chest, tits pressed to his side. Katie’s leg was slung over his hip, her breath slow and even. The room smelled like sex. He stayed there for a second, just letting it sit. Then he eased out of their hold, careful not to wake them, and stood. The hallway was dead quiet. Harry’s body felt wrecked in the best way. Last night hadn’t ended with a blowjob. Katie bent over, took his cock in her ass, and begged for…-
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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, Cedric.” The hatch clanks. The book is Biological Psychology. The pages are yellow and smell like dust, but to me it is fresh air. I breathe in the smell and let the words slow my heart: stress, fear,…
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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 blurs until I count slowly to ten. On the eleventh breath the spinning slows. I push again, haul myself into a sitting position, and blink sweat from my eyes. That is when I notice the bright square floating in…
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