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After World War II, the wizards and witches of Europe struggle to restore a ruined continent. From the desperate thousands three emerge to take power and claim the right to rule. Gellert Grindelwald, a lauded hero and politician who dreams of being an emperor. Portia Thurin, a military genius and unrivaled tactician. And Tom Riddle, who may very well destroy them all. Out of a world of dust rises an empire of marble.

Hermione took a step away from the window. "Harry," she said, "I don't love him."

Harry raised his shoulder in a half-shrug, almost as if he were embarassed. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I know."

For ichigopan's "Meaning Behind the Word Challenge". Banner by the wonderful apsara @ TDA.

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"Well-behaved women rarely make history"-Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

At the end of the 18th century, Artemisia Lufkin became the first female Minister of Magic. She was a political genius, a top-notch Auror and a devoted disciple of the Enlightenment. But behind closed doors, she was also a hedonist, an adulteress and guilty of high treason.

A continuation of Trial by Fire. Banner by the ever awesome Violet @ TDA
Months after his ordeal in Silent Hill, Draco Malfoy is forced to relive his nightmare when he is wrongly accused of murdering police officer Cybil Bennett. In order to prove his innocence, he must do the unthinkable and return to his own personal Hell accompanied by the only person who believes he is truly guiltless…Auror Harry Potter.

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Rookie Auror Tonks is given her first solo assignment. She’s set to pair up with a straight-laced Muggle police sergeant in order to investigate mysterious happenings on the island of Willoway. But when Willoway’s docile magical populace turns unexpectedly murderous, can Tonks stay atop her own two feet long enough to keep the sergeant and herself alive?

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She came and would not depart. Out of doors, amidst the palatial sweep of his estate’s park, Tom found her hiding. She breathed into his ear, spoke of betrayal and then was gone. He saw her smiles on the spider-webs. In the ripples of the fountain. In the mischievous cracks that marked the door of her sepulcher.
"Never," she whispered, "Nevermore."

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Snape never expected to see her there...there of all places. At his father's funeral.

“Don’t call me after ten,” she said. “I don’t keep late hours.” 
Jimmy folded the delicate napkin and stuck it in the pocket of his wrinkled trousers. “I promise I won’t,” he said as she put the car into reverse and pulled out of her parking space. 
Three days later, Jimmy called at ten thirty and Molly, for all her rigidity, answered the phone anyway. Molly II/OC--Banner by 100ways @TDA

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Dedicated to soliloquy. Written for Gryffin-Duck's Different Perspective Challenge.
Morality, Quirrell decided, was blurred. There were no clear sides, no well-defined factions upon which he might govern his existence. Life was a circle. The beginning and the end were the same.

And he, he had always been Janus.

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A year before he was slated to attend Hogwarts, Scorpius Malfoy died. His parents buried him on a Tuesday. 
Inspired by Stephen King's "Pet Sematary".

Perfectly nightmarish banner by Ande@TDA/Draco lifted his head, blinking the blood away from his eyes. Pain seized him, throwing him against the driver’s seat with all the force of the Cruciatus Curse. Mocking shards of memory danced through his dazed mind.The sirens. The cop. The slick road. His car was nestled against a guardrail, the remnants of his shattered headlights dusting the blacktop like frost. And outside, the sky wept soot.

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Even as a ghost, Professor Quirrell can't catch a break. 

Entry for Staff Challenge # 3

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Freddy sat on the fence bordering the cow pasture, watching the setting sun dye the heather red. She’d never realized before just how eerie the lowlands could look at dusk, with the empty valleys and great looming hills topped with old standing stones or some crumbling feudal fortress. It made her feel downright haunted.