46 Results in the "Forging The Flame" category
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The white was too loud. That was the first wrong thought. White couldn’t be loud. But Harry’s eyes were open and the hospital wing ceiling was yelling at him in a hundred shades of cream and ivory and bone, each one fighting for attention like they’d never been seen before. The candles near the window bled heat in amber waves. The torches along the walls buzzed at a pitch that sat wrong behind his left ear. And beneath it all, Hogwarts. The castle itself pressed against his skin like standing…-
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Daphne Greengrass woke up with a silent scream. She sat up fast and her eyes darted around the dark room until she realized she was safe in her own bed. Her pulse thudded hard enough to make her dizzy. She stayed still for a minute, listening to see if she had woken up any of the other girls, but the room was quiet. She really didn’t want to deal with Pansy Parkinson asking her a bunch of annoying questions right now. She pulled back the curtains of her bed and looked at Tracey Davis’s bed. It was…
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Harry is about to level up, it’s almost like the base he and Daphne created could be used in conjunction with some of those basilisk bones to regenerate his magic. - Josh comment from last chapter. You're definitely picking up what I've been laying down! Let's just say the basilisk didn't die in vain… though 'level up' might be underselling what Harry's about to go through. Hopefully Daphne can finish the Potion and heal Harry and Tracey. - Trix comment from last chapter Eventually! But…
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Friday, 28 November The owls came in low over the Gryffindor table, close enough that Harry ducked when a barn owl banked hard to avoid the candelabra and dropped a copy of the Prophet into Ron's porridge. Milk splashed up the front of Ron's jumper and Ron swore and grabbed the newspaper before it soaked through, shaking oats off the front page. "Cheers for that," Ron muttered, wiping it on his sleeve. He flipped it over, then turned it back, frowning. "Hang on." Harry reached for the jam.…
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Warm honey filled the little kitchen. Mariel perched at the rough pine table, heels hooked on the lowest rung, while her father tore open a fresh loaf. Steam drifted up from the soft center. He nudged a chunk her way, crumbs tumbling onto the worn board. She added a spoonful of honey and let the syrup sink in. Their minds brushed. Still tastes like childhood, she teased, sending the thought across the tiny space. Damien’s eyes crinkled. I keep waiting for you to get tired of it. Never. She took…
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