certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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Harry had been a Junior Auror for two years. The job came with long days, rough nights, and constant pressure. Even with Voldemort gone, dark wizards kept popping up. Harry chased them down to protect Ginny and the kids. He’d been famous his whole life, but it hit different after Hogwarts. People treated him like a symbol, not a person. He couldn’t stop it, but he learned how to use it. Sometimes, being Harry Potter opened doors faster than any spell. Harry walked through the busy Ministry…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
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The cool water lapped against Harry’s chest as he stood waist-deep in the sea, trying to stay focused but failing miserably. Fleur was in front of him with her arms draped lazily over his shoulders and her body pressed close to his. Her big tits floated just above the surface, nipples poking clearly through the thin, soaked fabric of her bikini from the cold. “‘Arry,” she whispered with a sultry smile as she leaned in. Her lips brushed his, soft and teasing, before she kissed him deep. His hands…-
14.2 K • Completed
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The corridor outside the Defense classroom was already crowded when Harry arrived. He spotted Daphne near the middle of the group, looking half-bored and half-alert. Everyone was waiting. Moody stood by the door like a gargoyle with a pulse, arms folded, magical eye spinning slow as he watched them gather. “Classroom’s been altered for today,” he said without preamble. “You’ll be going in groups of four. I’ll read the names. When you hear yours, you enter. The moment you step through that…-
227.3 K • Ongoing
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“Last week,” Snape began, his voice slicing through the low murmur of the dungeon like a well-aimed Severing Charm, “I informed you all about our dear Headmaster’s brilliant idea for a collaborative Potions project. A week has passed. I do hope… you’ve used your time wisely.” He paused, letting the silence stretch uncomfortably long. Harry, seated next to Daphne at their usual workstation, could feel the tension in the air already. No cauldrons were lit. No ingredients were laid out. Just…
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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 schedule now. A rhythm. He got up, went to class, actually took notes, did his homework without someone yelling at him, and spent more than a few evenings testing potions ingredients with Daphne or trying to crack Joren’s stupid coded journal. It was weirdly satisfying. Charms had settled into something more normal after that wild dueling lesson with Flitwick.…
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