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Chapter
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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