46 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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Harry never asked for the Tournament, but now he is stuck in it. Between dangerous magic and a potion that could change everything, the only thing keeping him grounded is the girl stirring at his side.-
6.9 K • Feb 15, '26
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8.7 K • Mar 2, '26
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7.7 K • Mar 11, '26
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The white was too loud. That was the first wrong thought. White couldn’t be loud. But Harry’s eyes were open and the hospital wing ceiling was yelling at him in a hundred shades of cream and ivory and bone, each one fighting for attention like they’d never been seen before. The candles near the window bled heat in amber waves. The torches along the walls buzzed at a pitch that sat wrong behind his left ear. And beneath it all, Hogwarts. The castle itself pressed against his skin like standing…
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227.3 K • Ongoing
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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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227.3 K • Ongoing
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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.…
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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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227.3 K • Ongoing
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