46 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The dormitory was dark, the other boys were sleeping. Harry lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. “Do you think that anger belongs to you, Harry? Or is it something you were given?” He could picture Andromeda’s mouth when she said it, her dark eyes watching him carefully. Harry had never felt so exposed in his life. He tried to push the memory away, but it kept coming back, like a pebble stuck in his shoe he couldn’t shake out. Did it belong to him? He…-
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Harry opened his eyes to the gray light of Sunday morning and reached for his wand without thinking. “Tempus.” The numbers hovered in the air, neat and blue. 9:37. That left him just over an hour before he needed to be in McGonagall’s office. The meeting with Andromeda was at eleven sharp. He sat up, rubbed at his eyes, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The showers were blessedly empty. He let the water run hot as he brushed his teeth, half-listening to the tap and trying to guess what…
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227.3 K • Ongoing
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Harry didn’t hear the goblin at first. His eyes were on the wall. Not looking at it. Just… stuck. It was cold and cracked and probably hadn’t been scrubbed since the first goblin war, but that wasn’t why he couldn’t look away. His brain just refused to go anywhere else. It had been a long day. Long enough that his skull felt full. Not pain exactly. Just pressure, like something inside was bracing for impact. And all of it, somehow, came back to Richard. Sirius told him through the…
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Harry pushed open the classroom door with his elbow, arms full of Honeydukes loot. “Truce offering,” he announced, stepping inside. She was already at the worktable, sleeves rolled and wand balanced between two fingers as she stirred their latest trial base. Her school robes hung open over her blouse and skirt, her tie barely done up and loose at the collar. Her legs were tucked under the stool, socks folded neat at the ankle, and Harry looked for a second longer than he meant to before dragging…
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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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