48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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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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“Last week,” Snape began, his voice slicing through the low murmur of the dungeon like a well-aimed Severing Charm, “I informed you all about our dear Headmaster’s brilliant idea for a collaborative Potions project. A week has passed. I do hope… you’ve used your time wisely.” He paused, letting the silence stretch uncomfortably long. Harry, seated next to Daphne at their usual workstation, could feel the tension in the air already. No cauldrons were lit. No ingredients were laid out. Just…
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“You are probably wondering why I called you over here, Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore. Harry, sitting in the chair across from his desk, turned his eyes from Fawkes to the Headmaster. He hadn’t seen the phoenix in a while, and for the first few minutes, he’d been quietly watching as the bird preened its feathers. Fawkes trilled a soft, melancholy note, clearly displeased that Harry’s attention had shifted. “Yes, Headmaster,” Harry said, straightening. “Professor McGonagall said…
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