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      12.Unexpected Consequences12.Unexpected Consequences

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      by Gladiusx 12th of October, Saturday Albus Dumbledore was old; he knew that. But nothing made the weight of the years fall atop his shoulders like trouble. Young children often had a penchant for mischief and could be cruel, so very cruel, more than adults. The wounds of his pupil's war still festered so many years after and made him feel helpless. Another notch on his ever-lengthening string of follies and failures. 'They are nought but bugs under your feet! Crush them all!' The whisper was…
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      11.A Crimson Halo11.A Crimson Halo

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      by Gladiusx 11th of October, Friday Diana ducked under the stinging hex and jabbed her wand forward with a twist. "Aculeus!" In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have bothered as the pale blue spell flew over her head harmlessly. Granger, the bossy Gryffindor girl, was very good at writing homework, answering questions, or most of the usual classwork. But aiming and dodging seemed to evade her as Diana's hex struck her at the elbow, which earned the Ravenclaw girl a heated glare. Another hex came her way,…
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      10.Feuds and Rivalries10.Feuds and Rivalries

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      by Gladiusx 13th of September, Friday Being back at Hogwarts and studying was odd but not unwelcome. Harry kept up his usual routine but couldn't help but notice that he could regain his magic quicker here than at Diagon Alley, thus somehow accelerating his training. He was confident that in a month or three, he would have enough control to cast most of the third-year spells without fail. As the weeks passed, he remembered the slain students and the stench of death less and less, as if Hogwarts itself forced the…
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      1. Prologue

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      by Fable Weaver 2nd of May, 1998 Harry lay face down on the carpet, his mind racing madly. He thought he would see the secret to victory in that pensive. And he did, just not in the way he'd expected. The dreams of creating his own cosy little family and his plan to travel the world and see its wonders were dust in the wind. He would never enjoy the taste of treacle tart or feel the wind blowing on his face as he rode a broom ever again. Because Harry Potter was never supposed to survive. What did he work and…
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