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Students shuffled tarot cards and watched crystal balls fog while Professor Trelawney floated between tables, muttering about planetary alignments. Harry sat at his tiny round table across from Ron, quill poised over a parchment that was still stubbornly blank. Ron leaned close and whispered, “She’s already predicted my death twice, and it’s only been ten minutes.” Harry tried to smile, but his thoughts were miles away. Divination was usseles. He still had no idea what he was doing in here…-
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Trying to understand his own mind felt like picking a lock with the wrong key. It never quite worked, but he kept trying anyway. Every night before sleep, Harry would lie still, shut his eyes, and let everything go quiet. That Saturday night his mind finally let go. There were no arguments or frantic thoughts. Everything simply paused. He felt as if someone flipped a switch and all the noise inside him fell silent at once. His chest expanded, relief spreading through his limbs. Calm settled over him…
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Harry stepped out of Gringotts and exhaled hard, almost like something had finally let go inside him. That meeting had squeezed him tight without him even noticing. Now it was over. He had seven names on his list. First up was Daphne. Buying her a gift felt more complicated than the others. Ron was easy. Hermione too, once he figured it out. Sirius would be tough, but in a different way. Harry stepped into Astrith’s Atelier, the door clicking shut behind him. Calista looked up from her desk, eyes…
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Harry stood by the window, one hand stuffed in his coat pocket, watching Knockturn Alley live its own ordinary life. A man in patchwork robes argued with a goblin over a sealed box. Two cloaked figures slipped past the alley mouth, heads down. Further down the street, a man started shouting at a woman in a thick leather cloak. She didn’t even flinch. Just reached into her coat and pulled a long silver knife. The man backed off, then broke into a loud, barking laugh as he turned and bolted into the fog,…
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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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