30 Results with the "Short Story" genre
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All Holes Open for Business
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. “The Affligo Sonus charm is a focused auditory pulse designed to disrupt concentration and cause momentary disorientation in living targets. When cast properly, the spell produces a tight cone of sound that resonates at a frequency just above the human hearing threshold. Unlike the more common Sonorus or Quietus charms, Affligo Sonus operates not on…-
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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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Chapter 2:The Ride of Submission
Harry sat by the window, arm propped on the seat next to him, watching fields and trees blur past. The train rumbled underneath him, steady and loud, but for once, everything felt quiet in his head. He wasn’t thinking about where he came from or even what waited for him at Hogwarts. For now, it was just him and the moving scenery. The door slid open with a loud rattle. Three people stood there, all looking in like they’d been searching for a spot to land. “Full train,” said the tallest one, a…-
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Vacation with Veelas
A week in France with Fleur turns into something far more heated, as Harry finds himself tangled in the irresistible allure of the Delacour women.-
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Advanced Studies (Harry/Fleur)
The quill scratched against parchment in the quiet of Harry’s office, a rhythmic sound that had become the soundtrack to his evenings. Mark. Grade. Next. He’d been at it for hours, working through a stack of essays that all said the same thing in slightly different words. Switching Spells, chapter twelve, regurgitated with varying degrees of competence. Harry set down his quill and pressed his fingers against his eyes, trying to ease the dull ache building behind them. The candle on his desk had…-
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