48 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The Portkey deposited them into the dim corridor of Grimmauld Place with an abrupt thud. Harry stumbled, steadying himself on a battered table, while Sirius landed with practiced ease, brushing imaginary dust from his coat like it was all routine. “Home again,” Sirius declared, gesturing grandly at the gloomy hallway. “Grim and old as ever.” Harry laughed, light and unguarded. The oppressive weight of the house felt less suffocating, as though the cheer of last night had followed them across…
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241.7 K • Ongoing
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The moment Krum’s body hit the ground, the Rot Boss stopped moving. Its huge form went still. The tendrils hanging limp. The green glow in its eyes dimmed to almost nothing. For one stupid second, Harry thought maybe it was over. Maybe killing Krum had been enough. The Boss dropped to its knees. Dust exploded upward. And those huge, twisted arms reached out, grabbed both halves of Krum’s corpse, and dragged them inward. Harry’s stomach turned. They were pulled into the Boss’s chest,…
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241.7 K • Ongoing
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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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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241.7 K • Ongoing
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