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Chapter 5: Satisfying Ending
The afternoon sun poured through the windows of Harry’s house, casting warm, golden light across the wooden floors. Harry pushed the door open, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. His shirt clung to him, damp from the intense workout he had just finished, but he did not care. He felt good, no, great. His body buzzed with energy, and for the first time in weeks, his mind felt clear. “Fleur?” he called, kicking off his trainers near the door. “In ze kitchen!” her voice chimed back, light and…-
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Chapter 7: Seeker Instinct
Harry woke to the sound of Dean rummaging through his trunk, muttering about a missing sock. Sunlight cut through the window. Harry sat up and rubbed his face, still half-asleep. “What time is it?” he asked, voice still rough. “Late enough that we’ve got Flying in an hour,” Seamus said from across the room. He was already dressed, pulling his robes on over his shirt. “You gonna sleep through your first time on a broom?” Harry grunted and stood, stretching his arms over his head.…-
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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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Harry hated Malfoy Manor. The place reeked of old money and older grudges. Walking up that long gravel path felt like swallowing glass, but Kingsley had been clear. The Ministry needed that artifact. The Malfoys had it. Someone had to negotiate. Lucky fucking him. The house elf led him through corridors he remembered from nightmares. Different now, in daylight. No screaming. No Bellatrix. “Mistress will see you in the private study,” the elf squeaked, gesturing to a door Harry had never seen…-
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Customs Hold
The screen on Harry’s wall flashed a warning red over Brussels. His desk was a disaster zone of scrolls and manifests, all because some idiot fucked up a shipment of darkness powder. The only light came from his desk lamp, throwing a harsh spotlight on Fleur as she bent over the other side of the massive wood surface. “The Brussels portkey logs. Run them against the customs file from today.” “Oui, Monsieur Potter.” Two weeks. That’s how long Fleur Delacour had been his secretary.…-
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