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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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Chapter 8: Starlight
The Astronomy Tower was empty. Harry had checked twice before spreading the blanket across the cold stone floor. He cast a warming charm on it, then another on the air around them, watching the magic settle into an invisible cocoon. Susan stood by the railing with her back to him, staring up at the sky, and when the wind caught her hair she tucked it behind her ear. “This is…” She turned, and the moonlight caught her face, softening everything. “Harry, this is really sweet.” “Yeah,…-
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Off the Books
Business. Fraud. Chemistry. Harry and Fleur’s professional partnership reaches a boiling point during a fraught mission in Berlin, where unraveling a conspiracy means confronting an inconvenient and undeniable attraction.-
3.4 K • Oct 17, '25
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6.3 K • Nov 16, '25
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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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227.3 K • Ongoing
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Recognition
The Biergarten wasn’t much to look at. Wooden benches worn smooth from decades of asses planted on them, the kind of place where factory workers came after shift to drink cheap beer and complain about their supervisors. Harry spotted a table shoved into the back corner, away from the handful of other patrons, and made a beeline for it. His blood was still up. The fraudulent customs document burned a hole in his jacket pocket, and all he could see was Klaus Vogel’s smug fucking face. He dropped into…-
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