The hush inside Number 4, Privet Drive felt different now, even in the midst of daily banality. It was March 28, 2010, and Harry Potter sat hunched on the edge of his creaking cot, the glow of his battered computer reflecting on his round glasses. The subtle hum of the machine had become as familiar to him as his own heartbeat. A few hours earlier, he had published a new update for his latest game. The online world was ablaze with excitement, praising it as another stroke of genius. Yet here,...
2025-02-12 06:11:06 +0000 UTC
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A gentle hush enveloped Artemis’s camp under the sprawling night sky. In a clearing streaked with silver moonlight, hunters drifted into tents or huddled around diminishing fires, lulled by the day’s final murmurings. The forest beyond breathed its ancient lullaby: wind in the pines, the soft rasp of crickets, a distant owl’s call. And nearer still, nestled beside the largest of the communal hearths, Agni slept. She was the child of the Hunt now—the newly transformed goddess of fire, ...
2025-02-12 05:57:53 +0000 UTC
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Hi Hitmen01 here giving you a schedule for this week this applies to all members
Neon Shadows of Fate
- Chapter 7 will be available on 13.2.2025 at 10:00 - 11:00 CET and will be free for all members
- Chapter 9 will be available on 13.2.2025 at 15:00 - 16:00 CET for users with Reader+ or Reader+ Premium
Reader+ will cost you 5$, Reader+ Premium will cost you 10$
Beyond the Boundaries of Time
- Chapter 7 will be av...
2025-02-11 07:03:42 +0000 UTC
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When September 1st, 1986 arrived, Harry awoke long before the sun had fully risen over Tokyo’s skyline. The penthouse lay in a hush as he propped himself on an elbow, blinking into the dimness. Faint city lights still flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the early morning sky was tinted with violet shadows. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. He was nervous—an excitement-laced, stomach-twisting kind of nervousness that made him breathe fas...
2025-02-11 06:19:39 +0000 UTC
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A mellow hush lingered in the plush realm as October began, a gentle shift in the glowing tapestry of its walls that signaled the passing of one month into the next. The ceiling’s soft radiance carried a hint of golden warmth, as if the space itself recognized the transition of time. The Beldam found herself still at Harry’s side when morning light seeped in, her long limbs folded in a silent watch, her button eyes reflecting a faint, pulsing glow that originated from deep within the plus...
2025-02-11 06:09:11 +0000 UTC
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Harry woke on May 9, 1987, to the gentle squeak of machinery somewhere in the corridor outside the plush room. That sound—low, rhythmic—had grown oddly comforting in the last few weeks, a reminder that the once-silent factory now thrummed with quiet life and renewed purpose. Through a tiny gap in the boarded windows, an early morning sunbeam landed across Harry’s blanket, warming his face. He stirred, blinking himself awake, and took in the sight of Mommy Long Legs, who was perched just...
2025-02-11 05:57:16 +0000 UTC
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On the morning of September 27th, 1988, Harry Potter stirred in the familiar dimness of the backstage lounge at Freddy’s Anime Convention. A thin band of soft orange sunlight pierced through a high window, painting warm stripes across the carpet. He lay curled atop his small futon, nestling in the residual heat of a deep, undisturbed sleep. The buzzing hum of the animatronics moving about in their morning routines provided a soothing background melody—a quiet mechanical lullaby that lulle...
2025-02-10 07:36:31 +0000 UTC
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(August 1, 1989 – October 30, 1989)
Morning arrived like a careful guest, slipping through the windows with delicate streams of golden light that fell across the hardwood floors. Outside, the backyard still showed traces of the previous night’s celebration: a few paper lanterns swaying in the gentle breeze, their bulbs long since dimmed, and an abandoned cup rolling across the grass whenever the wind decided to tease it along.
Inside the house, Amanda stirred earlier ...
2025-02-10 07:25:51 +0000 UTC
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Morning dew clung to blades of grass, catching the faint light of the rising sun. The forest clearing, usually alive with the playful calls and fluttering wings of Pokémon, stood hushed. Harry lingered at the edge where moss and roots gave way to the narrow road. Yesterday, he had stepped onto this same path for the first time, heart pounding with fear and reluctant excitement. This morning, he returned—schoolbag slung over his shoulder, a few small berries stashed in the front pocket—re...
2025-02-10 07:19:27 +0000 UTC
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There is a delicate hush in the early morning air, as though the Soul Society itself stands on tiptoe. Pale light drifts in through thin rice-paper walls, painting long rectangles on the tatami floor of the Shinigami’s private quarters. The city outside is stirring—one can hear footsteps of patrolling Shinigami, the murmur of half-awake recruits ambling to their posts—but in this room, time seems suspended. The hush feels alive, breathing with each soft exhalation from the pair lying cu...
2025-02-07 06:38:36 +0000 UTC
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October 19, 1988, dawns in Potter Manor with a gentle hush broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth. A hint of autumn chill creeps through the corridors despite the enchantments keeping the inside warm. The sunlight filters through Harry’s window, brushing the edge of his bed with pale gold. His eyelids flutter open. For a moment, he lies still, enjoying the memory of drifting off last night, heart buoyed by the closeness of his sisters and the subtle kindness from his parents. It almo...
2025-02-07 06:33:21 +0000 UTC
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It was well past midnight in Mary Geoise—one of those rare hours when only the distant hiss of lantern flames and the soft echo of the wind disturbed the ancient corridors. Three months had slipped by since the quiet revolution of kindness began to deepen under Harry Potter’s influence. By day, Celestial Dragons continued to debate Imu’s carefully introduced reforms, some adopting the changes with cautious optimism, others resisting with vehemence that manifested behind closed doors. Ha...
2025-02-07 06:26:42 +0000 UTC
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When dawn finally broke on January 8, 1990, the wizarding side of London woke to a crisp, cold wind that rattled the eaves and swirled the lingering residue of streetlamp fog across slick cobblestones. At first glance, the wintry sky promised little more than another brisk day in January—yet behind drawn shutters and discreet wards, a man known to the world as Albus Dumbledore felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.
In his private office at Hogwarts, he closed his eyes a...
2025-02-06 14:00:14 +0000 UTC
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A gentle hush settled over Aperture’s main facility on the late evening of December 25th, still basking in the afterglow of the Christmas celebration. Festive decorations in the dining hall dimmed to a subdued radiance, allowing holographic snow to float silently across the steel floor. Here and there, faint murmurs of laughter faded into the corridors. The final echoes of holiday music dissolved into an ambient hum, leaving behind a sense of peaceful contentment.
In one of the q...
2025-02-06 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
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A veil of dawn light spread across the frosted stones of Hogwarts, turning their cold gray surfaces into faint streaks of soft lilac and dull gold. Outside, feathery snow still drifted from a lavender sky, and inside the castle’s winding corridors, the hush of early morning felt almost reverent—like a collective pause before the school’s daily bustle. The echoes of last night’s discussions in Violet and Jennifer’s quarters still lingered in the air, caught in the corners of the hall...
2025-02-06 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The house on Privet Drive felt far too still for late spring. Faded curtains hung in the windows, barely stirring, as a warm June breeze drifted across the suburban neighborhood. Across the street, a small dog yapped and cars whooshed past, but no sound came from within Number Four. It was a strange hush in a place once governed by a rigid routine of forced efficiency—now replaced by an oppressive quiet. Inside the home, the Dursleys were scattered: Vernon in a threadbare armchair, Petunia ...
2025-02-06 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Late on May 20th, 1988, the corridors of the Mega Pizzaplex glowed with a subdued light as the day’s final visitors filed out. The gentle clack of staff shoes echoed softly across the polished floors, mingling with the hum of the animatronics powering down to their nighttime modes. In the far corner, near one of the service entrances, Harry stood with Vanessa, gazing at the lingering traces of the Afton family’s illusions. They had just faded from view in a ripple of ambient neon—a warm...
2025-02-06 14:00:06 +0000 UTC
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A gentle hush had settled over Camp Crystal Phoenix Lake at the close of its first summer session, the memory of children’s laughter and bright campfires lingering in every quiet path and empty cabin. The morning sun rose over the tranquil lake, casting soft patterns of light and shadow on the shore, as if preserving echoes of the joyous months just passed. Yet, like the graceful turning of a page, that bright image faded into a far starker picture: an early summer wind rattling the windows...
2025-02-06 14:00:06 +0000 UTC
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A lazy hush settled over Kimihito’s house, carrying with it the kind of warmth that makes anyone feel drowsy and content. Late-afternoon sunlight bathed each room in gentle gold, and the usual swirl of excitements and tensions had temporarily faded into a rare sense of calm. From the living area, the bright tones of video game music drifted out, punctuated by occasional bursts of exasperated shouting. It was one of those afternoons when the entire household seemed to breathe in peace—unti...
2025-02-05 05:54:36 +0000 UTC
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Dappled morning light spilled through Potter Manor’s tall windows, illuminating swirls of dancing dust motes against tapestries older than living memory. The echoes of celebration still hung in the corridors—streamers of cartoonish tinsel half-curled against the walls, faint sparkles drifting near the ceilings, and a lingering warmth that spoke of recent laughter.
On this quiet dawn of May 29, 1989, everything felt achingly peaceful. And for Harry—curled under the blankets of a fo...
2025-02-05 05:50:05 +0000 UTC
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Morning light drifted through the windows of Tails’s home in pale gold streaks, softening the shapes of the furniture and lending a gentle glow to the tools scattered on the workbench. The air outside felt crisp, promising a fair weather day, though Harry barely noticed how the sky glowed a delicate pink at its edges. He stood in the main living area, already dressed in the clothes Tails had helped him lay out the night before—a neat shirt, trousers that still felt a little loose around t...
2025-02-05 05:37:12 +0000 UTC
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The last day of July dawned under a soft, silvery sky in London, its early sunlight filtering through a haze of thin clouds. In the cramped attic that Harry Potter and Kyuubi called home, the morning began quietly enough. Outside, cars rumbled past on the street below, and somewhere a dog barked in protest at a passing milkman. Harry heard it all as a distant hum. He stirred beneath the threadbare blanket, blinking away the vestiges of sleep, unaware that across Great Britain’s magical encl...
2025-02-04 07:00:58 +0000 UTC
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The hush that settled over the plush realm the previous night lingered into a gentle morning glow. Soft light pulsed from the plush flower on Harry’s bedside, illuminating the corner where the Beldam stood watch. The echo of his sleepy “Mama” seemed to hang in the air, weaving into the realm’s silent tapestry. Her button eyes caught the faint radiance of the flower, casting tiny reflections that betrayed her watchfulness and the subtle warmth she felt each time she recalled the trust ...
2025-02-04 06:54:19 +0000 UTC
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A gentle hush settled over Artemis’s camp in the moments just after dawn. The forest, painted with the pastel glow of early summer, felt charged with promise. It had been two weeks since Harry and Petunia completed their final trial on May 16, a date that had brought both triumph and exhaustion. In that trial’s aftermath, the camp breathed relief, and for a time, the air was thick with congratulations and the comforting warmth of shared victory. Petunia’s heart still pounded with pride ...
2025-02-04 06:43:11 +0000 UTC
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Hi Hitmen01 here giving you a schedule for this week this applies to all members
Neon Shadows of Fate
- Chapter 6 will be available on 6.2.2025 at 10:00 - 11:00 CET and will be free for all members
- Chapter 8 will be available on 6.2.2025 at 15:00 - 16:00 CET for users with Reader+ or Reader+ Premium
Reader+ will cost you 5$, Reader+ Premium will cost you 10$
Beyond the Boundaries of Time
- Chapter 6 will be avai...
2025-02-03 07:14:31 +0000 UTC
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Ember held her breath as she slipped beyond the final twisting roots marking the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A faint veil shimmered in the pale light of dawn—the same powerful ward she had woven to shield her home from outside threats. She felt it pass over her like a cool drizzle before thinning into the still air. For a heartbeat, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder. The forest looked nearly transparent from this side, shimmering gently behind a swirl of low-hanging mist. In ano...
2025-02-03 07:01:20 +0000 UTC
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A thin, pearly light filtered through the gap beneath the cupboard door, brushing against the bare floorboards. Harry blinked into half-awareness, the shadowy remnants of the dream world clinging to his mind. He pushed aside the tangle of sheets, feeling the chill of the January morning settle along his arms. His breathing was slow, but each rise and fall carried the echo of an unspoken promise: something had shifted on that last night of frantic magic and half-formed visions.
He sat up...
2025-02-03 06:54:30 +0000 UTC
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Smoke lingers in the Twelfth Division’s demolished lab, swirling like ashen ghosts above the wreckage. Sparks sputter from cracked consoles, their dying lights reflecting on jagged piles of debris. Shattered glass crunches beneath the Shinigami’s knees as he slowly pushes himself upright, every inch of him aching from the cataclysmic surge that nearly tore the Soul Society to pieces mere moments ago. The swirling dimensional rift that caused this chaos hovers overhead, fissured edges froz...
2025-02-03 06:40:43 +0000 UTC
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Hello again, Hitmen01 here
wanted to give it here that I will be changing my post schedule on weekends, there will be no upload on Saturday or Sunday, maybe one upload on this schedule which I had was too much anyway I want to ask if it is okay with you to not have new uploads on weekends, This is important to me so please respond
2025-01-31 21:19:04 +0000 UTC
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Hello, Hitmen01 here,
just letting you know there are chats in this Patreon, 1. Is a chat with me, 2. It is a chat for free users, 3. chat for paid users, and 4 .chat is used for suggestions sorry if you didn't know about it.
With best wishes of a day
-Hitmen01
2025-01-31 11:10:26 +0000 UTC
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