certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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Harry opened his eyes, confused, and his first move was to reach for his wand. Darkness surrounded him on every side, and he had no idea where he was. “Lumos.” Sweeping the wand slowly around himself, he realized he was in a forest. Very large, tall trees surrounded him, and the wind rustled the leaves in an unpleasant whisper that swelled at times, heightening the panic rising in Harry’s chest. When nothing happened for a few moments, Harry calmed himself and tried to slow his racing heart.…-
227.3 K • Ongoing
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Students shuffled tarot cards and watched crystal balls fog while Professor Trelawney floated between tables, muttering about planetary alignments. Harry sat at his tiny round table across from Ron, quill poised over a parchment that was still stubbornly blank. Ron leaned close and whispered, “She’s already predicted my death twice, and it’s only been ten minutes.” Harry tried to smile, but his thoughts were miles away. Divination was usseles. He still had no idea what he was doing in here…
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Trying to understand his own mind felt like picking a lock with the wrong key. It never quite worked, but he kept trying anyway. Every night before sleep, Harry would lie still, shut his eyes, and let everything go quiet. That Saturday night his mind finally let go. There were no arguments or frantic thoughts. Everything simply paused. He felt as if someone flipped a switch and all the noise inside him fell silent at once. His chest expanded, relief spreading through his limbs. Calm settled over him…
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Harry stepped out of Gringotts and exhaled hard, almost like something had finally let go inside him. That meeting had squeezed him tight without him even noticing. Now it was over. He had seven names on his list. First up was Daphne. Buying her a gift felt more complicated than the others. Ron was easy. Hermione too, once he figured it out. Sirius would be tough, but in a different way. Harry stepped into Astrith’s Atelier, the door clicking shut behind him. Calista looked up from her desk, eyes…
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Harry stood by the window, one hand stuffed in his coat pocket, watching Knockturn Alley live its own ordinary life. A man in patchwork robes argued with a goblin over a sealed box. Two cloaked figures slipped past the alley mouth, heads down. Further down the street, a man started shouting at a woman in a thick leather cloak. She didn’t even flinch. Just reached into her coat and pulled a long silver knife. The man backed off, then broke into a loud, barking laugh as he turned and bolted into the fog,…
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