48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The knock came at eleven, three sharp raps that carried up from the ground floor. Harry took the stairs two at a time and pulled the front door open on a wall of noise and red hair. They were all there on the top step, breath steaming in the cold, and for a second he couldn't pick out one from the other. Molly Weasley came through first and pulled him into a hug that lifted his feet off the floor. She smelled of cinnamon and woodsmoke. "Harry, dear. Look at you. You're too thin." Arthur was behind…-
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Daphne Greengrass woke up with a silent scream. She sat up fast and her eyes darted around the dark room until she realized she was safe in her own bed. Her pulse thudded hard enough to make her dizzy. She stayed still for a minute, listening to see if she had woken up any of the other girls, but the room was quiet. She really didn’t want to deal with Pansy Parkinson asking her a bunch of annoying questions right now. She pulled back the curtains of her bed and looked at Tracey Davis’s bed. It was…
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Friday, 28 November The owls came in low over the Gryffindor table, close enough that Harry ducked when a barn owl banked hard to avoid the candelabra and dropped a copy of the Prophet into Ron's porridge. Milk splashed up the front of Ron's jumper and Ron swore and grabbed the newspaper before it soaked through, shaking oats off the front page. "Cheers for that," Ron muttered, wiping it on his sleeve. He flipped it over, then turned it back, frowning. "Hang on." Harry reached for the jam.…
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Harry rubbed his tense neck, letting out a frustrated sigh. “All right, let’s just avoid any more…explosions, okay?” Daphne tried not to grin, giving him a sideways glance. “What, like it’s the first time?” He laughed, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away. “Okay, smartass, buffer then. Something gentle. How about moonflower?” She raised a brow, shaking her head slightly. “Bit too hyped up for me. More like magical coffee. Lavender’s boring, sure, but at least it won’t…
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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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