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The trips to Azkaban were not for the ill at heart; some say you can hear the blood curdling screams from miles away. It was like the River Styx, the water always seemed so eerie, it made the toughest of men shudder and it wasn’t because of the cold.
Grey Sky Morning
She sat on her bed, looking at the clock, it was almost midnight. It was her turn to go to him tonight. They always went down to the kitchens for food, where they would just talk. His friends from school had been over for a visit this weekend, during their Easter break, so they didn’t get to spend much time together.
Remember The Name
Hermione riffled through the pages in a manner most unbecoming even by her own standards. Harry and Ron unconsciously leaned forward with bated breath, eager to see what she would find. [Completely Re-written]
In The Dark of My Nightmares
This happy moment was soon interrupted by the loud bang of the front door, being blasted off its hinges, followed by footsteps, moving hurriedly over the polished hardwood floors. She watched helplessly, as her mother scooped her younger self into her arms and rushed to hide in a broom cupboard in the corner, which, she too, found herself in; watching her mother trying to quiet the toddler, while trying to calm and brace herself for the worst.
There's No 'S' in Necklace
They called him 'The Chosen One'. The one who would ultimately bring Voldemort to his knees and prevent the foulest genocide the Wizarding World has ever seen. All of this was what Fate decided to leave in the hands of a seventeen year old boy...bloody brilliant that was.
It's Only Just Begun
Harry raised his eyebrows at their tone whenever they mentioned Scrimgeour, it was almost mocking. Shaking this thought from his head, he turned to McGonagall who sat at her desk looking worn. She seemed to be staring right through him. Shifting himself a bit, he tilted his head to see what she was looking at. It was the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, who seemed to be deep in thought. He turned around to meet her gaze, smiling sadly at her. Yeah, I wish he were here too.
Of Memories and Old Photographs
She was used to being alone when she was in France; simply taking time out for herself, mainly to think, but, since she got here, it was as though she were afraid of being by herself, without anyone to talk to, then becoming like that batty old woman who stopped all of her clocks in that muggle novel they made her read at school, because the love of her life had deceived her.
Into The Dark Abyss
After regaining consciousness, a young man prepares himself for confrontation with his master that has been put off for way too long. Meanwhile, over one hundred kilometres away, the inmates and guards of Azkaban Fortress are reacquainted with "friends" of old.
The Shadowy Lining
If you have ever gotten the feeling that your day would go horribly wrong if you decided to get out of bed, you were not alone; unfortunately for Anna Rosier, today was one of those days.
In Sets of Three
A stifled groan was all that had to be heard for the man to vacate the safety of the tree and walk swiftly towards the edge of the forest where a set of houses lay, but there was only one in particular that he was interested in. Unbeknownst to the lowly villagers of Ottery St. Catchpole, they were about to receive one more occupant.
One of Their Own
There was nothing that could be said then, nothing at all that could possibly ease the shock that was so evident on their faces. Anyone in any other house could now stand triumphant at the fact that the cracks were starting to show and the mighty had fallen and fallen hard.
Giving Up This Fight
Eavesdropping, trying to escape punishment and assisting in the murder of one of his treasures were considered as high treason, punishable by death, it did not matter who you were.
For Those Who Mourn
Tentatively, she walked up to the bar and cleared her throat. The old barman turned around and gave her a bored look with his startling blue eyes. Maybe he was used to having students in his pub because Anna noticed that he didn’t scrutinise her like the other customers did.
Toujours Pur Means Always Pure
On the eve of the funeral of a friend's parent, Anna struggles to come to terms with her present situation while the appearance of an unexpected visitor causes an unwanted disruption.
Happy New Year
Apparently this sort of thing was new to the wizarding world because the Healers were unsure of how to proceed. This was why her mother was here; it was true, she did not belong here but they just didn’t know where to put her.
And when he finally struck, his cruel laughter resounded in your head, the last thing you would hear as you breathed your last and your eyes became still.
Oh, the Guilt
She thought she’d written his name upon the sand as sixteen year olds were wont to do, but she was mistaken for under it was a layer of stone.
Time is of the Essence
Time was all she had at the moment, but it couldn’t possibly be enough for this.
And It All Falls Down
It was five minutes to midnight, and his foot is halfway through the door. It was only a matter of time before he let himself in.
The Deafening Silence
She cried because it was the only thing left for her to do.
The walls had finally tumbled down and left for ruin at her feet. It did not matter what happened to her next, she lost the will to feel anything else.
From the Black Widow, With Love
Today was the day that she had to prove herself. Today was the day she planned to have an overdue chat with an old Auror.
The Things You'd Never Expect
It was the first time Anna ever saw her look so sheepish.
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