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      76.A Most Dubious Honour76.A Most Dubious Honour

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      by Gladiusx Dumbledore Returns to International Affairs and Urges Caution  By Betty Braithwaite, 2nd of January 1995 The already retired arch-wizard and defeater of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald has officially returned to the ICW headquarters, meeting Supreme Mugwump Lucas Silvano behind closed doors. The meeting is said to have lasted a full six hours, but the contents of their talk remain a secret. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore has come forth, urging the wizards, witches, beings, and…
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      11.Echoes in the Snow11.Echoes in the Snow

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      by Gladiusx 258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard The end of the year was fast approaching, and some nights often saw snowfall cover the haunted forest with a quilt of white, no matter how deep south they ventured. Nearly two moons had passed since the revelation, and he had thrown himself into the swing of training. Anything to keep his mind away from his mother, away from the wrongness of his own existence. The Children of the Forest or Earth Singers, as Brynden liked to call them, had withdrawn… as…
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      40.End of an Era40.End of an Era

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka 259 AC, King’s Landing The Pale Knight His plan was simple. Get a chance to interrogate Septon Ambrose when he sneaks into the Silver Rose, or when he leaves. The quartermaster indeed snuck into the brothel, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face entirely. Most importantly, he was on…
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      67.Rekindled67.Rekindled

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      by Gladiusx 7th of October 1994, Friday (13 days later) The Aspirant The morning greeted them with its typical British weather. The wind howled through the treetops as rain poured down endlessly, soaking the already damp Scottish Highlands further. The pathway from the carriage to the castle had turned into a muddy river, nigh impossible to cross. “If it’s not the cold, it’s the rain,” Adeline muttered sourly, glancing through the windows of their shared dorm. Originally, the carriage had more than…
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      26.Wings of Fate26.Wings of Fate

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess  The House of the Dragon was no different from a charred wreck. Her cousin Maegor had been drowning himself in wine and Tyroshi brandy ever since that day, and she had only seen him once, as drunk as a man could ever be, swaying on the way to his quarters. For good or ill, her brother had remained in his quarters, still refusing to leave or see anyone. Would her grandfather truly wed another woman? Rhaella could not say whether those words were spoken…
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      37. At the Point of a Sword37. At the Point of a Sword

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden “Did you hear? Weeping Town has been sacked!” “Weeping Town? How’d that even get attacked? Isn’t that over in the Reach?” “It’s in the Stormlands, Marge, south of the Rainwood and facing the Sea of Dorne.” Branda perked up as she wolfed down the last of her venison pie, listening closer to the talk in the kitchens. Hearsay in the kitchen was faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the guard…
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      24.Interlude-A Master Marksman24.Interlude-A Master Marksman

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, The Trident The Wandering Bastard “Greetings. I am Jon Snow of the North.” He motioned towards Tormund, who obediently remained silent. “And this is my squire.” It was not a lie, but it was far from the whole truth. But the truth would do him no good and beggar belief. Jon had contemplated offering up a lie, building up some ambiguous background of a noble scion from a decaying but prestigious house, but had quickly thought the better of it. After all, he had already introduced…
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      68. Of Magical Goblets and Enchanted Rings68. Of Magical Goblets and Enchanted Rings

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      by Gladiusx The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing.  Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for him. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant to worry about. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.  The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter…
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      12.Blood in the Darkness12.Blood in the Darkness

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard Blood bloomed across the snow like a crimson flower as Jon cautiously inched closer, stretching his senses. But there was no danger, only silence amidst the trees and the snow. The singer was dead. It was alone, too. He felt nothing at the sight, as if he had killed just another hare, but his eyes studied the fallen creature regardless. Dark brown skin, dappled with pale spots like a deer. It possessed a child’s stature, but its nose was too flat to be…
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      77.The Cost of Hubris77.The Cost of Hubris

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 12th of January, Friday 1995 (2 days later) Harry Potter The sun had set, but his eyes were unimpeded by the dark, seeing the world full of colour without issue. He streaked above the treetops, preening as the cool wind caressed his…
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