46 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The Great Hall was packed, students crammed onto the benches, voices echoing off the high stone walls. Golden plates overflowed with food, and the smell of roast beef and fresh bread filled the air. But at the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren’t eating much. Their heads were still back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Moody’s lesson had been different. Last year, Professor Lupin had given them knowledge,how to recognize threats, how to handle magical creatures, how to…-
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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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The world spun violently around Harry, a blur of color and sound, until he landed with a jolt on a cold stone floor. He stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of a wooden table. The air smelled faintly of old parchment and faint traces of cleaning potions. Blinking rapidly, he steadied himself and looked up. Sirius Black was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Welcome to Grimmauld Place,” Sirius said, pushing off the counter. Harry…
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The class had just settled back into their seats when Flitwick clapped his hands. “Alright, wands away for now. I want you to listen.” That got their attention. Flitwick never made them put their wands away unless something important was coming. The usual rustling and chatter died down as he looked over the class, his expression thoughtful. “I imagine,” he said, “that all of you have been paying attention to what’s been happening outside these walls.” Silence. “The World Cup.…
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The corridor outside the Defense classroom was already crowded when Harry arrived. He spotted Daphne near the middle of the group, looking half-bored and half-alert. Everyone was waiting. Moody stood by the door like a gargoyle with a pulse, arms folded, magical eye spinning slow as he watched them gather. “Classroom’s been altered for today,” he said without preamble. “You’ll be going in groups of four. I’ll read the names. When you hear yours, you enter. The moment you step through that…
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