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    • by certher 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…
    • by certher 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…
    • by certher Harry is about to level up, it’s almost like the base he and Daphne created could be used in conjunction with some of those basilisk bones to regenerate his magic. - Josh comment from last chapter. You're definitely picking up what I've been laying down! Let's just say the basilisk didn't die in vain… though 'level up' might be underselling what Harry's about to go through. Hopefully Daphne can finish the Potion and heal Harry and Tracey. - Trix comment from last chapter Eventually! But…
    • by certher 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.…
    • by certher 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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