46 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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Twilfitt’s Pewter and Titanium was a cauldron jungle and not a store. The piles of pewter, silver, and reinforced titanium figures rose precariously, some with tendrils of steam escaping from them, others softly radiating with internal magic. A massive blackened cauldron in a corner crackled with residual magic. The stout wizard shopkeeper with sooty-colored robes barely even looked up from polishing a bronze stir rod. “If you want regular cauldron, back row,” he growled. “Silver’s in the…-
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Harry pulled a sandwich out of his bag and took a big bite. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was tired. And satisfied. Training with Hermione and Ron had been, to be honest, fantastic. A completely different vibe compared to when he trained alone. The big green turtleneck he had on today; the one Hermione said matched his eyes perfectly, was a little soaked with sweat since he hadn’t really had time to change. But it didn’t smell, so he figured it was fine and made his way toward the library.…
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“What do we even need formal robes for?” Ron’s voice broke through the gentle rhythm of the train’s clatter. Harry looked up from the book resting on his lap. He, Hermione, and Ron were seated in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. They had bid farewell to the Weasleys at the platform; Ginny had gone to sit with her friends, while Fred and George had disappeared to join their usual crowd. “I think there’s going to be some kind of event at Hogwarts this year,” Harry replied, closing…
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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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The faint glow of dawn seeped through the curtains in the Gryffindor dormitory. Harry woke early, stretching under the warm covers. The quiet sounds of his dorm mates’ deep breathing filled the room. He reached under his pillow for the enchanted mirror Sirius had given him, its surface cool to the touch. “Morning, Sirius,” Harry said softly, holding the mirror close so as not to wake anyone. The surface rippled, and Sirius’s face appeared, his features shadowed but alert. He gave Harry a warm…
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