Chapters
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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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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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14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least where small matters were concerned. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an old hand at managing publicity, whether good or bad, and balancing the department heads and the warlock-lords of the Wizengamot. Dislodging him from the seat of a Minister was by no means easy, nor was it as simple as she had first thought. To…
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29th of November 1994, Tuesday (2 days later) ??? The Dark Lord The plan to meet with the Italian Minister and control him in person had fallen through. Dumbledore had moved swiftly, notifying the ICW and even managing to make the slothful behemoth act quickly—Ettore Velenza was now guarded by twenty elite hit wizards from Africa, Australia, and the Far East around the clock. They were no better or worse than other veteran hit wizards where fighting and guarding were concerned, but each one…
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19th of November 1994 Saturday (6 days later) Juno The intent to battle was so thick she could almost taste it. Her gaze roamed about the Chamber, and she gave a slight nod. Spellfire fluttered across its length, illuminating everything in myriad colours as the club members duelled with fervour. The air was thick with the whistling of magic and the students’ laboured breathing. But there were no incantations. Even their youngest members could now fight silently, each spell coming out smooth and…
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12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry. Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…
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1st of November 1994, Tuesday Harry “I have no enemies, nor any feuds, I swear. Neither does my boy… help me, Headmaster, please.” Harry awkwardly shuffled his weight from one leg to the other, feeling completely out of place, even though Trelawney had yet to notice him. Nevertheless, he didn’t dare to ease his magic and reveal his presence. The poor woman did not know the man she had so dearly loved was merely a husk controlled by the dark lord, and even if she did, it would do her no…
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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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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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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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