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Back to the Tower
Disclaimer: everything you recognize is JKR's.
Off to Oz
Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews I've gotten... this is my first fic so I need all the help I can get. I'll try to answer them whenever I can! I work and go to school full time, so time is limited!
Just a warning, there's a bit of sensitive content near the end of this chapter. It's a brief description of violence, I tried not to take it too far, but just so you're aware its in there.
To Write Love
Hey all! Just a caution, there is a bit of self mutilation in this chapter. I tried to keep it brief, because the point was to show the characters mental state. How does it read? Let me know!
Worries and Wards
“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Bill asked, startled.
Taming the Cruciatis
Harry sighed, he got up and walked a short way down the porch, looking out over the yard. “You know, the whole time we were running around the country, sleeping in that godforsaken tent, the only think that kept me from packing it in was the thought of seeing you again.”
To Market, to Market.
Ron slipped into the seat next to Hermione and put an arm around her shoulders.
Houses and Head Cases
Harry looked up at Carl, “So does everyone think I’m crazy?”
"No, that doesn't make sense! Kids do wandless magic all the time!" Harry countered.
Wilkins for Hire
The occupants of Drover’s Haven settled into a rhythm, and the weeks passed by quickly.
Ball Gowns and Glass Slippers
Back at the market, the girls were enjoying themselves, browsing the different stalls and displays, and being therapeutically frivolous.
Wilkins or Granger
At that moment, the Grangers car pulled up next to the house, and Hermione’s parents stepped out and looked around.
As night closed in around them, Harry began to feel like some of the pressure was gone from his heart. Hermione and her parents headed off to bed, one by one the Weasley’s and Andromeda headed upstairs, Bill led Fleur back to their little cottage, and Harry was left sitting by the fire, marveling in how well the day had gone.
"What have you done now Potter?" Madame Pomfrey joked. "Tried to jump onto a moving broom out a tower window? Broken both legs? An arm?"
A Surprising Lunch
The next day Harry was up early as usual, but unlike normal, he found he was already sharing the breakfast table with most of the Weasleys. At half-past nine, Ellie and Carl pulled into the home paddock, having brought their large ute. Between the ute, the Granger’s car, and the help of a few charms, they managed to squash everyone in for the ride to town.
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