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The captains of the gates all have developed the same distasteful habit of closing their eyes when a purse finds its way into their hands, regardless of the items smuggled into the city, whether openly or not. If the purse is heavy enough, they might even help instead. Even these old, seasoned knights like the Ser Banon Longwaters do the same, though the purse must be twice as hefty to close their eyes. Aside from that, not one of them seems to harbour any disloyalty towards the Iron Throne or the House of…-
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28th of December, Wednesday (3 days later) The Old Headmaster Albus massaged his pulsing temples as Phineas’s rickety voice rang out through his office. “See that, you old thing? My niece bloody did it! And your descendants have faded into obscurity, the best of them selling cold-cream for a living.” “It’s ice cream, you senile fool,” Dexter Fortescue thundered from another portrait. “And my descendants are numerous, with a great-great-grandson presiding over the Wizengamot. The last…-
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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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17th of January, Tuesday 1995 (2 days later) Harry Potter Perhaps Scrimgeour had sensed something was amiss, because his vigilance had only heightened. That left them with only one last card left to play—Arthur Weasley. The outcome of the elections now rested on his shoulders. “Thank you for agreeing to meet on such short notice, Mr Weasley,” Harry said as they sat in a private room in an old, unassuming pub on the outskirts of Blackburn, far away from any prying Muggle or magical…
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260AC, The Isle of Faces The Muddled Princess The looming feeling of danger that hung over her head only faded after she set foot on the Isle of Faces. She had not told anyone of her premonition this time because, even if she had, it would have been of no use. A part of her was reluctant to leave the place she had lived her whole life, but needs must. In the past three weeks alone, seven lords and knights had come to her door to invite her to dine in person, their impure…
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Dozens of battles and countless skirmishes, big and small, were fought between the Lord of Highgarden and the Westerlands-Riverlands alliance. None were decisive, but casualties began to pile up as the year progressed. The lands of House Crane and Rowan were quickly drained and put to the torch many a time, with the smallfolk killed, scattered or dispossessed. Warbands from both sides continued their incursions deeper, setting the Northmarch and the southern Riverlands and Westerlands ablaze. Lord…-
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