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Summer of ’98 (Harry/Daphne)
The café was called Brewer's, and it served the worst coffee in South London. Harry had tried every item on the menu in his first week, working through them with the grim determination of a man who had nowhere else to be, and had concluded that the filter coffee was merely bad while the espresso was actively hostile. The tea was fine, but that was because tea was difficult to ruin if you had a kettle and a box of PG Tips, and even Brewer's could manage that. He ordered a pot every morning, sat at the…-
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Shell Cottage (Harry/Fleur)
Harry Potter was not a good person. He knew this. Had known it for about four months now, which was roughly how long he'd been shagging his mate's wife. And "mate" was doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence. He and Bill Weasley didn't grab pints every Saturday or owl each other Quidditch scores. But Bill had fought alongside him in the war, had taken curses meant for other people, had the scars on his face to prove it, and was currently standing in the doorway of Shell Cottage with a big warm…-
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"Three locations," Harry said. He tapped the map with his wand and three red dots pulsed to life, one in Bristol, one in Edinburgh, and one in Knockturn Alley. "Simultaneous raids, Friday at dawn. If we hit one without the others, the network collapses and we lose them." The briefing room on Level Two held about a dozen people, most of them Aurors, a few from Magical Law Enforcement, and one bloke from the Wizengamot Liaison Office who'd spent the first twenty minutes of Harry's presentation writing…
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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
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