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22nd December 1992 (same day) Albus Dumbledore Twice slain, thrice risen, the herald of death shall once again face destiny. It didn't make sense. Twice slain implied the herald of death would be… well, dead. But then again, prophecies rarely made any sense. His meditation sessions had become significantly more effective in suppressing the Death Stick's influence after All Hallows' Eve. Whatever had happened that day had brought a change in the Hallow, and the bloodthirsty artefact had grown…-
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6th of September 1993, Monday (3 days later)Ron Weasley He strolled into History of Magic with a little more than resigned exhaustion and no expectations. Class began mundanely enough, with their new teacher taking roll. Professor Remus Lupin was certainly far more engaging than Binns ever could be, even if the bar was not particularly high. The new professor was well-built and energetic, with a strange claw scar on his cheek and an intense look in his eyes. Ron got the impression that there was more…
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22nd December 1992 (same day) Harry Potter A part of him was prepared for everything going to shit the moment he heard there was an attack on Diagon Alley, and right now, Harry really, really regretted not asking Sirius to come as an escort. He barely managed to twist around and deflect the shrapnel from the Explosive Curse, only to see Juno bear the brunt of it before immediately being knocked unconscious by a stunner. A cloaked man reeled his wand like a fishing rod, pulling Juno…
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12th of September, Saturday, 1992 (6 days later) Divination Teacher's office Harry Phoenixes are solitary creatures, and only a scant few seem to tolerate the company of select wizards. While extraordinary in many ways, their unnatural strength and unmatched affinity for fire are often overlooked or ignored in favour of their nearly miraculous tears. Phoenix tears are an extraordinary ingredient, more potent than the finest potions in their raw form. As with spells, they hold power because of…
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1st of June 1992, Monday Harry His nightmares continued. Once or twice a week, Harry would awaken in a cold sweat. Compared to his previous life, the dreams were painless and foggy, and he couldn't remember anything. Except for a pair of malevolent red eyes. Alas, asking Hermione or Dumbledore for help and advice was no longer an option. After consulting with Madam Pomfrey and sifting through the library, he concluded that they were just regular nightmares. Even his attempts to clear his mind…
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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. Beyond those of his year, the Quidditch teams, and the DA, Harry barely knew other Hogwarts students. "Your father and his friends gave me a lot of my grey hairs," Minerva said with a drawn-out sigh as she finished the last of her…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone, commanded by Lord Valarr Velaryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Even a day later, the merchant who had tipped off Ser Denys had yet to be found. Rhaella suspected that such would never come to pass, and even if by some stroke of fortune the king’s men arrested him, he would not know a thing himself. That did not particularly surprise her. Perhaps the master of laws and the master of whispers were working fervently on the matter and had found more, but those things would not reach her ears. On the…
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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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259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of amethysts, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards the cold and sinister rather than the beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…
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