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The funeral had been over for an hour but the two women couldn’t bring themselves to move, despite the fact that the sky was only getting darker.
IN A BLACK HOLE.
Hermione pulled a face. “You mean hanging them? And it didn’t work anyway.” she added. “If they were to be hanged they could escape, and you know that witches can’t be burned at the stake because of a flame-freezing-”
A Grimm Tale
The Passion of Ava
“Warning.” Cassiopeia said, gazing directly at Draco. “It’s a warning. Things are about to intensify. She’s going to make sure of it.”
A Fate So Grimm
Max swore vehemently. “They’re in the basement!”
Defection of the Emerland Queen
It was too late. Hair blowing back in a hot stream of magic, Pansy took a steadying step forward that shattered the tile beneath her feet and hurled the fireball toward Hermione. She didn’t even have time to raise her wand in defence. All she could do was scream and clamp her eyes shut, hoping that, like Ulrich Stone and his brother, she would only be flung into the wall and knocked out rather than roasted alive.
of the Magic Blood
The manor that housed not only witches and wizards, but also a varied collection of said magical folk with wings, a future-seeing nymph whose hobbies included drowning people, a heliophobic book-nerd, and his psychic younger cousin.
Head First, Fearless
Her eyes met a pair of steely grey ones. Malfoy, sat shirtless on the back of Sunny’s car, smirked.
Göndul Part II
I was looking for a breath of life, a little touch of heavenly light...
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