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Chapter 7: Something Different
Three days had passed since the Hogsmeade date, and Harry found himself looking for Susan between classes. It wasn’t intentional at first. He’d just spot her in the corridor or across the Great Hall and feel the urge to go talk to her. They talked about homework, about nothing important. Each time, it lingered longer than it should have. It didn’t stay unnoticed for long. “You and Bones, then?” Seamus asked one morning at breakfast, nodding toward the Hufflepuff table where Susan was…-
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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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The moment Krum’s body hit the ground, the Rot Boss stopped moving. Its huge form went still. The tendrils hanging limp. The green glow in its eyes dimmed to almost nothing. For one stupid second, Harry thought maybe it was over. Maybe killing Krum had been enough. The Boss dropped to its knees. Dust exploded upward. And those huge, twisted arms reached out, grabbed both halves of Krum’s corpse, and dragged them inward. Harry’s stomach turned. They were pulled into the Boss’s chest,…
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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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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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