Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The second Inter-School Quidditch Tournament opened with grand fanfare.
Brilliant bursts of magical fireworks lit up the sky above Beauxbatons Academy’s majestic Quidditch stadium, painting vivid streaks of color across the bright midday sky. Even the sunlight couldn’t dull the enchantment that filled the air.
Olympe Maxime had spared no expense in outdoing her Scottish rivals, transforming her school’s Quidditch stadium into somethin...
2025-05-08 23:36:33 +0000 UTC
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“Not too shabby, Minerva…”
Olympe Maxime stepped forward and extended her hand in greeting, her eyes drifting up and down Professor McGonagall’s sleek attire—quite different from the familiar tartan she remembered.
McGonagall made no fuss about being inspected like a dress mannequin. She accepted the compliment with a polite nod.
“Thank you, Headmistress,” she replied crisply. Then, with a quick glance to either side of the towering witch, she added, “Good...
2025-05-06 23:00:45 +0000 UTC
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Beauxbatons School of Magic was counted among the seven great academies—a prestigious institution known across the magical world for its high standards in magical education.
Much like Hogwarts, this school boasts a grand, castle-like structure with intricate carvings and towering spires. It is also cloaked by powerful, age-old enchantments, keeping it hidden from the eyes of the everyday world.
The exact location is an "open secret," just like the other seven elite schools. Th...
2025-05-05 23:54:53 +0000 UTC
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The massive airbus circled Beauxbatons Academy exactly three times, and with each pass, its sheer size combined with the deafening howl of its engines dragged every eye toward it. Even the few students still inside the castle rushed outside, their faces tilted skyward in awe and disbelief.
Some gasped and others pointed, while a few—not students, but older staff and professors—clutched their ears against the roaring thunder overhead, muttering uneasy fears of a possible Muggle att...
2025-05-04 22:22:21 +0000 UTC
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“Professor Caesar, you can’t be serious,” McGonagall said dryly, raising an eyebrow. “Of all the grand entrances we could make, you’re suggesting we hop on a Muggle bus?”
In the Hogwarts staff room, the professors sat around the long table, joined by the Headmaster and his deputy, deep in discussion about the upcoming Inter-School Quidditch Tournament at Beauxbatons—now only a weeks time away.
The fireplace kept the staff room warm, but it wasn’t the flames causi...
2025-05-03 21:45:54 +0000 UTC
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The next morning, just after dawn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves wandering along the seventh-floor corridor, squinting at the walls as though expecting a sign to leap out and guide them.
“Harry,” Hermione said, frowning as she looked around. “Did Professor Caesar tell us where exactly we were supposed to meet him on the seventh floor?”
Harry winced. “I… might’ve forgotten to ask,” he admitted, shooting his friends a sheepish look.
He had been f...
2025-05-02 15:28:18 +0000 UTC
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Author's Note:
Hey guys, I'm back! Thank you so much for waiting patiently. I've wrapped up my side quest and we’re rolling again. Dropping two chapters to kick things off. Hope you enjoy!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, as always, for the support. I truly, truly appreciate each and ev...
2025-05-02 15:27:16 +0000 UTC
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Maverick climbed the final stair and stepped into a rather plain-looking corridor on the seventh floor. The place was unusually quiet, the stone walls broken only by the occasional tapestry. One in particular caught his eye—a wizard attempting to teach a group of trolls ballet, the trolls stumbling about in frilly tutus. A faint smile tugged at his mouth. This had to be the place.
Drawing a steady breath, he closed his eyes and cast his senses outward in a wide arc. The familiar hum ...
2025-04-27 19:50:25 +0000 UTC
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By the time the golden plates had cleared and the last of the treacle tart had vanished, the Great Hall was humming with quiet chatter and full bellies. The start-of-term feast had, as always, run late into the night. With only minutes to spare before curfew and the long train ride still weighing on them, most students trudged off to their dormitories without lingering.
The staff, too, retired early. Tomorrow marked the start of the new school year—classes to teach, schedules to foll...
2025-04-25 18:57:45 +0000 UTC
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The sun blazed high above the towers of Hogwarts, casting sharp golden light across the lake and the stone walls of the castle. Inside, in a brightly lit office that blended sleek modernity with magical charm, green flames burst to life in a fireplace.
A young man stepped out of the Floo Network, brushing a faint trace of ash from his shoulder. He was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed in elegant black robes with silver threading along the cuffs—a subtle blend of Muggle tailoring and wiza...
2025-04-24 13:17:56 +0000 UTC
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The chessboard clicked softly, shifting a white bishop into place. Maverick leaned back in his chair, letting the sunlight wash over him from the Diagon Alley skyline. It was mid-morning, clear skies overhead, and the breeze carried the distant hum of early shoppers. A cup of coffee steamed on the table beside him, its surface trembling as he set his hand down.
Checkmate.
He watched the black king fall over by itself with a faint mechanical hiss. A small smile tugged at his lips...
2025-04-22 20:14:53 +0000 UTC
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"Is he... is the Dark Lord, dead? For good now?"
Lucius sat slumped, clinging to his wife, his chest heaving with long, ragged breaths. Though what he had just done hadn't demanded much physically, he swore he had never felt so utterly drained in his life.
It wasn’t the body that had given out. It was the spirit.
"Dead?"
Bloodraven’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade.
"What made you think he was alive?"
The couple glanced up sharply...
2025-04-21 21:48:59 +0000 UTC
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Lucius and Narcissa, trembling and clinging to the last threads of consciousness, dared to lift their heads.
They had never seen anything like it.
The figure that stepped out of the void stood tall, completely covered in black. A long cloak, torn at the edges, hung from his shoulders, as if it had been woven from darkness itself.
His face—or what should have been—was hidden behind a mask of swirling black, the surface shifting like a pool of tar. No features. No mouth...
2025-04-20 20:12:07 +0000 UTC
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Inside Malfoy Manor, the grand entrance hall echoed faintly with the sound of footsteps. The place was exactly as people whispered: vast, cold, and richly decorated. Dark wooden floors, tall, arched ceilings, and heavy velvet curtains gave the manor a solemn, timeless air, as if it were a place meant to be remembered rather than merely lived in.
Lucius Malfoy and his son stepped through the front doors. Draco looked bored, idly dangling a small, elegant pouch between his fingers — a ...
2025-04-19 15:54:27 +0000 UTC
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Coming to America, Maverick did not waste any time and went straight to Edward’s secret underground base beneath St. Matthew Island in Alaska.
Luckily, Sarah Walker was not tied up with anything important and came as soon as he called. After Maverick showed her the three lycan variant werewolves and explained his theory, she grew more than a little excited and agreed at once to help without a moment’s hesitation.
The three werewolves, meanwhile, were quickly dealt with, as t...
2025-04-18 12:07:06 +0000 UTC
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CLANG!
The sharp, heavy sound rang out like a hammer striking metal. Greyback’s beast-like claws had slammed into something unbreakable. The impact sent a small shockwave through the clearing, making the Aurors’ robes ripple in the still air.
CRACK!
Then came the sharp sound of something breaking.
But it wasn’t whatever stopped Greyback that broke.
It was him—or more precisely, his claws.
The twisted, deadly talons—tough enough to tear throu...
2025-04-17 00:31:27 +0000 UTC
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90 Park Lane, Mayfair, London.
Inside Chez Nico, soft jazz trickled from hidden speakers, mingling with the gentle clink of glasses and silverware. The air was rich with the aroma of buttered scallops and aged wine. Candlelight danced off polished cutlery, casting a warm glow across the white-linen tables.
Large glass windows lined one side of the restaurant, framing a dazzling night view—the city stretching far and wide beneath them in golden clusters of light, like stars sca...
2025-04-15 21:35:26 +0000 UTC
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It was a clear night beneath a half-moon. The sky glowed silver and still, the stars drowned beneath the pale sheen of moonlight. Deep within a dense, forgotten forest in northern England, the trees rose like silent sentinels, their shadows long and watchful across the carpet of fallen leaves.
It could have been a beautiful night, if not for the thick, bloodthirsty air clinging to the branches like a curse, turning the moonlight cold as ice.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Footsteps thun...
2025-04-14 18:27:45 +0000 UTC
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The air was warm and quiet as Maverick and Harry Apparated just outside the Caesar residence, tucked at the end of a peaceful lane. The house looked welcoming, with ivy crawling up one side and a tidy little garden out front. Harry looked around curiously—it was the first time he had seen where Maverick lived.
They stepped up to the front porch. Maverick pressed the doorbell.
From somewhere inside, the muffled sound of footsteps echoed, followed by a girl’s voice, light and ...
2025-04-13 14:17:26 +0000 UTC
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For a moment, Harry didn’t move. He stood frozen, stiff as a board, like someone who had wandered into the wrong dream and didn’t quite believe it was real. Petunia Dursley—his aunt, who had never given him a kind word, who had barely looked at him with anything but coldness—was holding him.
Not gently, nor loosely, but tightly. Like she meant it. Like she was sorry. Her fingers clutched the back of his oversized shirt, as if she were afraid to let go.
Harry didn’t kno...
2025-04-11 23:23:17 +0000 UTC
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When Vernon walked toward the cupboard under the stairs, he looked like a man heading for the gallows. He raised his hand to knock, hesitated for a long moment, then tapped gently on the door with the tips of his fingers.
Michael turned to Petunia, frowning faintly. “Why is he knocking on the cupboard?”
Petunia opened her mouth, but no words came out. How could she explain that a child lived there? What excuse could possibly justify it—when their house was two stories tall...
2025-04-10 20:25:56 +0000 UTC
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The holidays had settled over Hogwarts, draping the castle in a quiet stillness. Without the usual chatter of students or the sound of laughter drifting through the corridors, the ancient stronghold felt oddly empty—like a grand stage after the final curtain has fallen.
High above Hogsmeade Station, Maverick hovered silently, about a hundred meters in the air. Below, the Hogwarts Express had just let out its final whistle and began moving, carrying the students back home.
He c...
2025-04-09 15:19:31 +0000 UTC
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Two days after the last exam, the results for the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s arrived, and just like that, the weight hanging over Hogwarts lifted. The castle seemed to exhale in relief. Students lounged in the courtyards, their laughter echoing louder, and wandered the halls, no longer clutching their textbooks like lifelines.
Tomorrow, they would be boarding the train home for their summer holidays, but before that, one final tradition remained: the End-of-Year Feast.
Evening arrive...
2025-04-07 22:07:49 +0000 UTC
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The days passed, and before anyone noticed, another month had gone by. The air grew warmer, and the first hints of summer settled over the castle with the sky stretching wide and clear.
The end of the school year was nearing, and that means, it was time for the final exams.
By now, the excitement from last month’s Quidditch tournament had long since faded, and in its place, a heavy, nervous tension clung to the castle like damp fog.
Students moved past one another in th...
2025-04-06 09:03:30 +0000 UTC
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A black blur flickered at the edge of Harry’s vision, screaming toward him like a cannonball.
He jerked his broom to the side, and the iron ball whistled past, missing by inches and whipping through his hair. He tightened his grip to stay upright, heart pounding, but the Durmstrang Beaters weren’t letting up—it was less a match now, more a hunt.
Whoosh!
Another Bludger tore through the air, aimed straight for his ribs.
Ruthless.
Harry pulled up sharply...
2025-04-04 22:08:00 +0000 UTC
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April 25th, Saturday—the weather was particularly nice today. The sun hung warm and bright over Hogwarts, the kind of golden light that made the ancient castle's stones glow. At sixteen degrees, it was just cool enough that your robes didn't feel stuffy, but warm enough not to hurry indoors.
Beyond the castle grounds, the Quidditch pitch stretched out in perfect condition, its freshly trimmed grass gleaming emerald under the cloudless sky. The three golden hoops at either end shone ...
2025-04-03 23:53:34 +0000 UTC
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Not long after Voldemort’s wraith had fled, Dumbledore ended his Disillusionment Charm and stood beside Maverick.
Both of them directed their attention at Quirrell’s crumpled body looking at the man sprawled across the ground like a discarded puppet.
“Still alive...” Dumbledore pointed out. At first, Maverick thought this so called righteous old man to hurry and take him to the healer, but, apparently not.
Maverick didn’t bother asking. Instead, he voiced his o...
2025-04-02 21:05:47 +0000 UTC
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A jet of sickly green light burst from Quirrell’s wand, and it sliced through the chamber like a serpent striking its prey. His features contorted into a rabid grin—whether this exhilaration came from his own heart or from Voldemort's parasitic presence, he couldn't tell. All that mattered was that the hunger for this moment felt real to him.
But amidst the hopeless situation Harry was in, he did not flinch. Even as death raced toward him, he stood there in stubborn defiance—he w...
2025-04-01 14:48:46 +0000 UTC
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“I have wanted to meet you properly for a long time, Harry Potter,” Quirrell said with a sneer watching Harry's face fall as if he had just been hit with a crushing dose of reality.
“That’s right, Potter. It was me… not Severus Snape.” Quirrell’s lips curled into a slow, twisted grin. “I am the one who let the monsters in on Halloween… and I was the one who cursed your broom during the Quidditch match.”
His twisted expression darkened even further. “You wou...
2025-03-31 01:36:18 +0000 UTC
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Harry stepped forward taking uneven breaths and entered the next chamber by himself. This time, there would be no Hermione or Ron to help him if things went wrong, and that thought made his heart pound in his chest.
But he did not stop for a second.
His grip tightened around his wand as his eyes scanned the room. Then, in the dim glow of the chamber, he saw a figure standing before something he was very familiar with. The Mirror of Erised.
And it was not Snape who stood t...
2025-03-29 12:47:29 +0000 UTC
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