Chapters
Helena Ravenclaw seemed far less chatty than the Nearly Headless Nick; she silently hovered over them with a forlorn gaze. From time to time, she would turn to the Slytherin table and scowl at the Bloody Baron, who was as gaunt and terrifying as usual. Harry finished his dinner with a slice of treacle tart, and his gaze wandered around his table - the Ravenclaws weren't even half as boisterous as the Gryffindors. It wasn't a bad thing - there was far less chatter, and a few more curious ones glanced his…- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- The door was at the beginning of the train car, so they had to wait for everyone else to push their way out to a small, dark platform. Diana couldn't help but shiver; the Scottish Highlands proved to be far colder than London. Her insides kept twisting into knots, both from nervousness and from the odd, foreign place where she would spend the next nine months. The wands of a few older students ahead were lit, softly illuminating the surroundings as they made their way into the distance towards something…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- By Merlin, he was bored, and the Hogwarts Express had not even left the muggle city yet. The nine-hour ride was already shaping up to be a mind-numbing experience. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle made for a particularly engaging or exciting conversation partner. In fact, Crabbe was already asleep, and his annoying snores filled the compartment, while Goyle could be mistaken as a statute as he was blankly staring at the window while standing unnaturally still. He almost regretted not seeking out Pansy, but…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- 1st of September Harry's shirt was soaked, beads of sweat ran down his brow, and if someone looked at him, they would have thought that he had swum with his clothes on. His mouth stayed shut, the yew wand in his hand swished and flicked, and he tried to push all his intent and focus into levitating the book before him. It did not work. He tried again and again until he was gasping for breath as if he had run a marathon. In all honesty, it was not far off since he had gone for a long and exhausting…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- How in Merlin's saggy pants could he have forgotten about Hedwig?! Harry rushed towards Eeylops Owl Emporium, or at least tried to, with his heavy trunk slowing him down, despite it being charmed to be lighter. It worked well enough; otherwise, he would not have been able to lift it with the number of books he had purchased. A few older witches looked at him as if he was crazy as he lugged his trunk with his scrawny frame while trying to rush with it. By the time he reached his destination, he was…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- Time ticked by as he enjoyed his ice cream and carefully listened to his Transfiguration professor. His gaze wandered to the street, searching for young, familiar faces. He recognised quite a few, but there were plenty of unfamiliar ones. That didn't mean much, though. Now that he looked back on it, he did not know many Hogwarts students. "Your father and his friends gave me a lot of my grey hairs," Minerva concluded with a forlorn sigh as she finished her pistachio and strawberry ice cream with relish.…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- 24th of July, 1991 He had no idea how long he was staring at the dark ink. Privet Driver number six? Was his memory faulty? Or was this just another change? He remembered the Dursleys lived in Number Four Privet Drive, not Number Six. He sighed and rummaged through a small drawer in the corner to find a pen and a piece of paper. What would he even write? He knew Vernon would not spare even a penny for him to visit London. Without a wand, Harry Potter was utterly helpless. During the last year on…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- 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…
- 412.5 K • Ongoing
- 7th Day of the 8th MoonKing's LandingEddard Stark The king's steward was a jolly, balding man with a large potbelly, garbed in dark red robes adorned by golden stags and lions along the length of the sleeves. He warily stepped back at the sight of Winter but quickly managed to school his face with a slightly forced smile. Not that he was alone in this, most of the men-at-arms guarding the Red Keep looked at the direwolf with unease. "Lord Hand," he bowed with a stiff flourish. "Grandmaester…
- 671.1 K • Completed
- HighgardenGarlan Tyrell Bound by elaborate floral-patterned steelwork, the thick oaken gates of Highgarden were as beautiful as the rest of the high seat of the Reach. High-arched and tall, they were painted with an intricate golden rose that split between the middle as the gates were opened. Garlan greeted the guards and rode Audrey, his faithful dapple-grey mare, past the open entrance. The familiar briar labyrinth was the first to greet him, walled by pale crenellated curtain walls on both sides…
- 671.1 K • Completed
- Previous 1 … 15 16 17 … 23 Next
