48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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Hagrid’s hut loomed ahead, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. The Gryffindors lingered awkwardly near the paddock, their chatter fading as they scanned the grounds. “Where’s Hagrid?” Ron asked, craning his neck toward the forest. “You don’t think something… ate him, do you?” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Oh, honestly, Ron.” Before anyone could reply, a low tremor rippled through the earth, making a few students stumble. Harry turned just in time to spot Hagrid emerging…
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By the second week of October, Harry had to admit it. He’d turned into a bit of a nerd. Not like Hermione-level, obviously. But he had a schedule now. A rhythm. He got up, went to class, actually took notes, did his homework without someone yelling at him, and spent more than a few evenings testing potions ingredients with Daphne or trying to crack Joren’s stupid coded journal. It was weirdly satisfying. Charms had settled into something more normal after that wild dueling lesson with Flitwick.…
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Harry sighed, flopping onto his bed with a groan. This summer was shaping up to be even worse than the last. Honestly, he didn’t even know what to focus on anymore. Should he start with the cleaning his oh-so-lovely relatives had assigned him, or tackle the pile of summer homework waiting on his desk? Staring at the ceiling, he decided to do neither. His thoughts kept drifting, one memory bleeding into the next,until they landed on Sirius Black. Not long ago, he had met and freed his godfather from…
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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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Harry entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ron waving at him. He quickly sat down beside him, but before they could exchange a single word, Moody, who had been standing on the platform at the front of the class, spoke up. “Right, then. All here, are we? Name’s Moody. Defense Against the Dark Arts,what a laugh , as if defense will do you much good when you’re caught in the thick of it, eh?” He barked a short, humorless laugh. “We’ll…
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