48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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When Harry’s eyes fluttered open, the sterile white ceiling of St. Mungo’s greeted him. The quiet hum of magical wards and faint murmurs of voices reminded him he wasn’t at the Burrow anymore. His body felt heavy, a dull ache radiating from his ribs and side, though he was sure it was far better than before. “You’re awake,” came a calm voice to his left. Harry turned his head slightly to see a witch in pale green robes standing beside his bed. Her kind but professional expression reminded…
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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Diagon Alley was quiet. Half the shops had closed early for the holidays and the ones still open had frost on the inside of their windows. Sirius walked beside him with a face that wasn't his. Broader jaw, lighter hair, a nose that had never been broken. The glamour was Remus's work, cast that morning over breakfast while Sirius sat eating toast and telling him to stop fussing. "They're goblins," Sirius had said. "They don't care!" Harry kept pace. His breath came out white and the cold got through…
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241.7 K • Ongoing
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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