10 Results with the "Alternate Universe" genre
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The Best Mistake (Harry/Daphne)
The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
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Off the Books
Business. Fraud. Chemistry. Harry and Fleur’s professional partnership reaches a boiling point during a fraught mission in Berlin, where unraveling a conspiracy means confronting an inconvenient and undeniable attraction.-
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6.3 K • Nov 16, '25
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7. Something in the Water
I wipe the blade on my pants and slide it into the loop across my back. When I look up, all five of them are staring at me like I just walked out of a horror film. That’s when I notice the tags above their heads. John Keller – Level 1 Sarah Kim – Level 1 Mike Alvarez – Level 1 Lily Tran – Level 1 Dave Bishop – Level 1 All of them stuck at one. Not a single kill between them. Honestly? Probably normal. Most people run from monsters. Maybe I’m the broken one for chasing them… -
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6. Dungeon Core
I plunge my hand into the cool water and curl my fingers around the pulsing green core. It hums like a living thing in my palm. A white panel blooms before my eyes. Dungeon Core acquired: Level F Options: Convert to shards Absorb core essence Shards. I could use them, but this core vibrates beneath my skin. My healed wounds itch. My pulse thumps in my throat. I swallow and whisper, “Absorb.” Heat rips through me. My chest cracks open from the inside. Energy floods my lungs, fills… -
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5. Marshscale Showdown
I press Y. Stone doors grind apart and a wall of swamp-warm air rolls over me. The room inside could swallow a basketball court. Black water fills it to thigh height, the surface covered in patches of green scum that glow faint like dying coals. Broken pillars lean at odd angles, some half sunk, some snapped clean. A rank smell of rot hangs in the mist. Difficulty modulation active – target flagged. The ripples start before I even step off the threshold. Slow at first, then faster, as if a… - 1 2 Next
