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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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"You must be Harry." The woman standing in the doorway of the Granger home looked so much like an older version of Hermione that Harry almost did a double take. Same brown eyes, same sharp cheekbones, same clever mouth that looked like it was perpetually on the verge of correcting someone. The key differences were the lines at the corners of her eyes, laugh lines rather than worry lines, and the fact that Jean Granger was, to put it bluntly, stacked. Where Hermione was slim and compact, her mum had the…
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Chapter 9: Golden
Sunlight. Warm and soft, filtering through a window that hadn't been there the night before. The Room of Requirement had a sense of humour, apparently. Harry blinked awake, disoriented for half a second before memory crashed back. The dinner. The dancing. Susan underneath him, her back arching, her voice breaking on his name. That happened. That actually happened. She was still asleep. Curled against him with her head on his chest, one arm thrown across his stomach, her breathing slow against his…-
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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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The ground was frozen. Harry stood in the third row of students, between Ron and Hermione, and tried not to feel anything. It didn’t work. Three hundred people packed the hill overlooking the Black Lake, and every one of them was bleeding emotion into the November air. Grief came in waves. Heavy from the Durmstrang delegation, sharp and brittle from the Hogwarts students who weren’t sure what they were supposed to feel. Curiosity from the younger years, guilt from the older ones who remembered…
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