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Romance, Action/Adventure, Angst
Next Generation
Mild Language, Strong Violence
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Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2007-12-09 7:10pm
Last Chapter
2008-06-24 5:01pm
Last Updated
2008-06-24 5:01pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 The Mark

Her fingers wove around the steely cold of the prison bars, gripping them tightly, furiously. She stood staring, invulnerable to the cold of the dementors, welcoming them to feast upon her nothingness, for she had grown cold to her pain over the years...

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2 Inconceivable

Sophie was standing in rocky sand, the cold sea wind biting at her hands as she pressed herself against a grimy stone wall. She wore a torn black cloak and a tattered veil masking her face. The wind lashed bitterly against her pallid skin and whipped loose strands of extremely shortcropped hair in her eyes as she waited pressed against the wall for someone, as to who she was waiting for, she did not know…

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3 Inevitable

Sophie gave a start as a gust of wind came from behind her and the door creaked open. She whirled about, eyes narrowed and scanning the Entrance Hall, but there was no one in sight. She stepped forward and closed the door firmly behind her. 
Someone had been there. She had sensed it, she had heard the ragged breathing, as if the person had been running. Whether by the concealment of what had to have been very Dark magic, or the offhand chance that the intruder owned an Invisibility Cloak, someone had slipped into the castle and Sophie had been the only one to notice.

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4 Toujours Pur

“Well,” Sophie sighed, her sweaty hand gripping the sides of the rickety ladder. “Here goes.”

Sophie clapped a hand over her mouth to stem her coughing as she rushed up the creaking ladder; every step brought a cloud of dust and cobwebs from her shoes up to her eyes. She gave a start and nearly toppled from the ladder as a loud series of bangs erupted and the entire shack trembled ominously. Devon came from behind and urged her forward with a small prod in the back; hurried footsteps pounded on the stairs, drawing nearer with each second wasted.

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5 The Writing On The Wall

“Did you hear something?” Harry asked.  “Upstairs, quickly!”
Harry and Sirius sprung into action at the sound of the strangled yell that drifted from the second floor; they took the stairs two at a time, four bare feet padding softly upon the cold wood of the floor.

The intruder was already standing over Eli's bed, wand drawn and one hand over his mouth to stifle any further noise.

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