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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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Chapter 10: Crash
Susan was already walking. Head down, arms wrapped around herself, cutting toward the castle entrance. Her bag lay on the ground where she'd dropped it. Hannah crouched to pick it up, watching Susan go. Romilda stood by the fountain with her arms crossed. She caught Harry's eye and the corner of her mouth twitched. Harry passed her without a word. Passed Hannah, who looked at him like he was something stuck to her shoe, and followed Susan through the entrance hall. "Susan." She walked faster.…-
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Green light from the Black Lake filtered through the windows, painting the Slytherin common room in a cold, sickly glow. Draco Malfoy lounged on a leather sofa like a king on his throne, a smug smirk plastered across his pale face. His girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, draped herself beside him, looking bored but watching everything with sharp, hungry eyes. The portrait hole swung open. Harry Potter stood in the entrance, his eyes immediately locking onto Draco, and the room’s lazy atmosphere snapped tight…-
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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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Warm honey filled the little kitchen. Mariel perched at the rough pine table, heels hooked on the lowest rung, while her father tore open a fresh loaf. Steam drifted up from the soft center. He nudged a chunk her way, crumbs tumbling onto the worn board. She added a spoonful of honey and let the syrup sink in. Their minds brushed. Still tastes like childhood, she teased, sending the thought across the tiny space. Damien’s eyes crinkled. I keep waiting for you to get tired of it. Never. She took…
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