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“You do not miss your husband?”
Fortune Favors the Brave
This was it. Utter alienation. Standing ankle-deep in mud. The waiting. The taste of what was to come in the air.
The Die is Cast
A warm voice, tinged with a genteel Hungarian accent, reached her ears. “Portia Thurin, it is an honor, I assure you.”
A Second Self
“Portia Thurin, I should like you to meet my lieutenant, Tom Riddle.”
To the Strongest
Portia was cut-off mid-sentence by a great crashing sound that rushed through the trees and set the heavy boughs shaking. A green jet of light--the Killing Curse--flew directly at her. For a fraction of a second, she was struck dumb with surprise, but then she remembered that she liked being alive very much and ducked.
I Came, I Saw, I Conquered
It had never happened before. Not once. This display of her own infallibility. And it had all unfolded right before the likes of Grindelwald and Riddle and half the soldiers in the Confederation’s Army.
Chapter Seven The Root of His Downfall
Riddle turned his head, looking down at her. "I heard you were laid-up here alone. No visitors. Not even family."
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