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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…- 469.5 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.…
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- 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…
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- 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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- 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…
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- 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…
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- 18th Day of the 7th MoonThe Heir of Winterfell He was to be a father. Not only that but there was also another sibling on the way. The news left him happy and worried in equal measure, even more than before. That was far from his only worry - his father's departure had him fretting even before the ominous revelations dropped at the last moment. Many things made chilling sense after that fateful morning; the usually calm and placid Lord of Winterfell had begun making quick and daring moves, and…
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- 12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…
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- 27th Day of the 6th MoonTyrion Lannister, Castle Black His boots crunched as they stepped over the crushed gravel atop the walkway. Tywin Lannister's youngest son was cold - the thick, fur-lined cloak and the layers of wool and leather couldn't truly fight off the vicious icy winds cutting at his face and pulling up his clothes like an insistent lover. The sun peaked between the turbulent clouds above, but its rays scarcely provided any warmth. Pissing off the top of the Wall had proven a…
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- 14th Day of the 6th MoonRobert Baratheon, somewhere in the North It was dark still, though the barest hint of reddish orange glimmered on the eastern horizon, soon to herald the arrival of the morn. Yet there was not a hint of sleepiness within Robert, and he felt his body brimming with vigour despite the early wake. He stood atop his black destrier, Storm, as the chilling gales battered his face; a hooded fur-lined cloak protected his back and neck well enough. The North was a hardy place, old and…
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