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Shadows in St. Mungo's II - The Secret of Avalon: Chapter 03

The owl arrived with the rain.

Harry had first heard the sound of wings — a hurried rustling against the wind — and then the dull thud of the bird hitting the office window. The noise wasn’t ordinary; there was something anxious and distressed in it, as if the owl itself knew it carried more than parchment.

He opened the window without haste. The owl entered, soaked, shaking itself briefly before perching on the edge of the desk. Its golden eyes were wide, fixed on Harry wit...

Shadows in St. Mungo's II - The Secret of Avalon: Chapter 02

Harry Potter’s office, hidden in a rarely visited wing of the Ministry of Magic, was wrapped in a thick silence — the kind you don’t just hear but feel — the silence of stopped clocks and thoughts too fast for words. Rain drummed insistently against the stained-glass windows, a melancholic symphony that only deepened the stillness in the room.

On the desk, Meredith Crane’s diary lay open, as if waiting for a confession that never came. The name — Avalon — appeared between ...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 19 - Ghosts and Parties

The Great Hall was more alive than ever.

Pumpkins floated in an arch over the tables, casting a flickering orange glow on smiling faces. Enchanted bats flew through the golden beams of the chandeliers, and bewitched sweets danced on enchanted trays, drifting from table to table. A ghostly orchestra played in the corner, its ethereal notes echoing like sweet whispers on Halloween night.

Harry barely noticed.

Sitting among the Gryffindor Quidditch players, he forced a smile as...

Shadows in St. Mungo's II - The Secret of Avalon: Chapter 01

That singular March morning, the sky over London was clear — a rare whim of the city that usually preferred to dress in grey. The sun slipped through the last of the clouds with an almost ceremonial gentleness, casting a pale light over the worn cobblestones of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry Potter paused for a moment in front of the dark, familiar door, his fingers resting on the handle with brief hesitation. Sweat clung to his sweatshirt, and his chest rose and fell in a steady rh...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 18 - Between Walls and Echoes

The sound of cheerful voices filled the Great Hall like a long-rehearsed choir, each laugh and whisper pulsing in harmony with the warmth of the floating candles, which danced in the air as if they knew — as if they felt — what was coming.

Hogsmeade.

The name hung in the air like a light spell, charged with anticipation. And even with the comforting scent of buttered bread and spiced tea embracing the space, Harry bit into his toast like someone chewing on emptiness. Nothing h...

Shadows in St. Mungo's II - The Secret of Avalon: Prologue

The night in London seemed to hang over the rooftops like a heavy velvet veil. The clouds, thick and unmoving, concealed the moon with an almost superstitious zeal, as if nature itself preferred not to witness what was about to happen. There was no breeze — and yet, Meredith Crane, standing by the window of her small apartment in Bloomsbury, felt something in the air. It wasn’t the cold. It was something denser, a kind of invisible unease, as if a persistent, unwavering gaze was fixed on ...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 17 - Roots and Omens

The morning mist still enveloped the greenhouses of Hogwarts like a white veil, dense and silent. There was something sacred in that silence—the kind of stillness that precedes a revelation or the omen of a storm. The glass of the greenhouses trembled softly under the cold touch of dew, and inside, the air was heavy with the strong scent of earth, moss, and freshly watered leaves.

Harry entered last, his glasses fogged up from the temperature difference, as he adjusted his dragon-hide...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 10 (Epilogue)

The corridor of the Auror Department was busier than usual. As soon as Harry passed through the entrance, he felt the gazes fall on him, accompanied by discreet nods and respectful smiles. Some veteran Aurors greeted him with pats on the shoulder, while the younger ones seemed hesitant, as if they didn’t quite know how to interact with him.

He had become a hero again. The man who solved the murders, who stopped a serial killer, and saved lives. That was the version of the story the Mi...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 09

Harry woke up slowly, as if emerging from deep, dark waters. There was a suffocating weight on his chest, a numbness in his limbs, a metallic taste of dried blood in his mouth. He blinked a few times, the hospital room’s light momentarily blinding him. Where…?

The white, sterile ceiling didn’t take long to make sense. St. Mungo’s.

The truth came in confused fragments. Tears streaming down Daphne’s face. Mulciber’s laughter. Rosier thrashing in bed. Pain. So much pain. ...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 16 - Approach and Books

The unmistakable scent of chamomile tea still clung to his nostrils as Harry descended the stairs of the hospital wing that morning. The gray light filtered through Hogwarts' stone windows, muted by the low-hanging clouds that heralded another damp, cold day.

Madame Pomfrey, before letting him leave, had examined him carefully, asked questions, muttered something about "young and reckless hearts," and recommended rest — but, faced with Harry’s stubbornness, she released him with a s...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 15 - Infirmary and Worry

The light in the infirmary was soft, golden, almost unreal. The air smelled of bitter herbs, healing potions, and freshly washed linens. Harry blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the brightness. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. Then, the dull pain in his head and the weight in his chest brought him back.

The cold was still there. Not the cold of the air, but something internal, as if parts of him had been torn away and replaced with emptiness.

He tried to move and fe...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 14 - Winds and Protection

The wind cut across the field like invisible blades, whipping the grass and whistling in the players' ears. Harry spiraled down to the ground, his heart still racing after the last play of practice. His hair, damp with sweat and wind, stuck to his forehead, but he didn’t care. The feeling of freedom that came with flying still vibrated in his muscles.

"Excellent finish, Potter!" Angelina shouted as she landed a few meters ahead, a victorious smile on her lips. "If you can repeat that ...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 08

St. Mungus had never seemed so... ordinary.

Harry crossed the hospital entrance expecting to find chaos. Expecting to see nurses running, healers in panic, security guards blocking hallways. But everything was normal. Patients sat in the reception chairs, flipping through copies of the Daily Prophet. Healers came and went through the bright corridors, discussing cases and holding clipboards. There was even an elderly wizard arguing with a receptionist because he thought he had been turn...

A Path Beyond Survival: Chapter 13 - Silence and Healing

The morning at Hogwarts seemed suspended between time and mist. The sky outside was covered by dense clouds, turning the daylight into a dull, almost liquid gray. Inside the castle, the corridors exuded the familiar scent of wet stone and the lingering smoke of a recently extinguished fireplace. The cold came in gentle waves, filtering through the high windows and spreading through the halls with the delicacy of a whisper.

Harry was leaning against the wall of one of the third-floor cor...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 07

The house was immersed in silence. The only source of light came from the fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows on the walls of the study. The wall clock read 2:47 in the morning, but Harry had not yet gone to bed.

Daphne had already gone to the bedroom. He could hear her light footsteps upstairs just before silence reigned completely. But he could not rest.

Seated at the desk, Harry ran his fingers over the papers spread out before him. Documents, medical reports, Ministr...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 06

The rain kept falling heavily, pounding against the windows as if the world were collapsing outside. Harry still held the door open, the cold storm air whipping against his face, but he didn’t move.

Daphne was there, drenched, trembling, her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. The cut on her forehead wasn’t deep, but the blood trickled slowly down her temple, mixing with the rainwater and disappearing beneath the soaked fabric of her robe. She was breathing too fast, her shoulders...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 05

The rain battered London, an incessant curtain of water descending from the sky as if trying to wash something invisible from the dark streets. Grimmauld Place looked even gloomier under the weight of the storm. Thunder roared in the distance, shaking the old windowpanes. Lightning slashed across the sky, casting restless shadows through the empty corridors of the house.

In the study, Harry sat at the desk, the only light coming from the fireplace, crackling in golden tones. Before him ...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 04

The Ministry of Magic was buzzing. That morning’s Daily Prophet headline had spread like wildfire:

"MURDERER ON THE LOOSE: THE RETURN OF DARKNESS?"

Rumors circulated through the corridors, eyes filled with fear and suspicion. And in the midst of it all, Harry Potter was neck-deep in the investigation.

He entered the Auror Department under a chorus of hushed whispers. He could feel the gazes on his back—some curious, others wary.

Since the first mur...

Shadows in St Mungo's: Chapter 03

Harry's office was immersed in the usual strong smell of cold coffee and cigarette smoke. He turned the page of yet another statement, his eyes scanning the carefully controlled handwriting.

Another healer. Another empty statement.

The staff at St. Mungus knew exactly what to say. Every witness interviewed followed the same pattern.

"Malcolm Burkes was an excellent healer."

"He never showed any concerns beyond work."

"The...