certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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The train screeched to a halt, steam billowing into the cold night air and cloaking the platform in a hazy mist. Students spilled out, dragging trunks, waving to friends, or just stretching after the long ride. Harry climbed down from the train, his bag swung over his shoulder. Dean and Seamus had already taken off, disappearing into the noisy crowd with quick goodbyes. Susan was still nearby, fussing with her skirt. Harry glanced down for a second, and before he even thought about it, his hand slid out…-
30.6 K • Ongoing
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Harry sat by the window, arm propped on the seat next to him, watching fields and trees blur past. The train rumbled underneath him, steady and loud, but for once, everything felt quiet in his head. He wasn’t thinking about where he came from or even what waited for him at Hogwarts. For now, it was just him and the moving scenery. The door slid open with a loud rattle. Three people stood there, all looking in like they’d been searching for a spot to land. “Full train,” said the tallest one, a…
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30.6 K • Ongoing
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The sun was setting, and the room was filled with a warm, fading light. Harry Potter stood by the window, staring out, the letter in his hand crumpled from how long he’d been holding it. He’d read it a dozen times, but it didn’t make leaving any easier. Behind him, Marlene McKinnon sat on his bed, her foot tapping lightly on the floor. “So, you’re really doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t have a choice,” She stood up and walked up to him.…
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The dormitory was dark, the other boys were sleeping. Harry lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. “Do you think that anger belongs to you, Harry? Or is it something you were given?” He could picture Andromeda’s mouth when she said it, her dark eyes watching him carefully. Harry had never felt so exposed in his life. He tried to push the memory away, but it kept coming back, like a pebble stuck in his shoe he couldn’t shake out. Did it belong to him? He…-
227.3 K • Ongoing
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“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 bird preened its feathers. Fawkes trilled a soft, melancholy note, clearly displeased that Harry’s attention had shifted. “Yes, Headmaster,” Harry said, straightening. “Professor McGonagall said…
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