HPBFL 31

Harry Black looked out across the Forbidden forest from his position on the Astronomy tower. Thestrals wheeled and dodged each other in the dying light of the sun. Crimson light streaked across the sky, subsiding into velvety blackness. For the beginning of June, it was a beautiful evening in the British Isles, even more surprisingly in the middle of Scotland. Harry looked out onto the heavens as he gripped and re-gripped the sword at his waist. His father had dressed him up as some kind of medieval knight, telling him it was traditional dress. He wore black breeches and calf-length boots. He wore a tunic of maroon, which had the Black Family Coats of Arms stitched into it. The sword was Excalibur borrowed from Flitwick.

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HPBFL 30

remembered seeing the name of his former Potions Master on the map, so he had dashed down to meet the greasy-haired ex-teacher. The man had insisted he give him a letter, but who did the Potions Master work for? Was it Voldemort or someone else? More synapses fired, and he remembered someone had shouted his name just before he was taken by a Port-key to wherever it was, he found himself.

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HPBFL CH 29

As Cepheus slowly drifted out of a fog of drowsiness, he opened his eyes to darkness. His heartbeat shot up as he realised, he was blind. Then a second realisation as he felt a mask or cloth covering his eyes. The boy sat still, mentally checking over his body for any injuries. Apart from a headache, he felt remarkably well but had no idea where he was. Ceph felt cold steel around his wrists, knowing he was chained up. The floor was warm but hard. The whole room or wherever he appeared to be dry, but it was neither warm nor cold beyond that. He stilled himself as he heard voices.

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HPBFL CH 28

“HARRY!” Hermione screamed, but the dark-haired boy could do nothing but watch as the emerald-green spell raced towards him. Time seemed to slow as Harry thought about the years he could have spent with Hermione. He suddenly had a vision of himself in the gardens of Hárasteorra Hall with Hermione reading a book next to a small pond as he chased two children around. One was a boy with dark hair and looked like a younger version of Cepheus; the other was a girl with wild brown hair and warm brown eyes.

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HP BFL CH 27

“Are you ready to go?” Sirius asked, stepping into the room. All the teens and one pre-teen were seated in the room ready to go to this festival that Sirius had told them about. But, of course, Draco and Neville knew all about it, and Hermione had read up everything there was to know in the Black Library.

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HP BFL CH 26

Time seemed to pass quickly, and before Harry knew it, the Easter holidays were upon them. Harry was excited for this holiday, in his five-year career at Hogwarts, except for summer, he had never gone away for the holidays. He chatted to his friends as they walked down to the station; Hermione and Draco were coming home with him while Neville returned to his ancestral home for the first week and then joined them for the second week.

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HP BFL CH 25

January ended with a drizzle as the rain washed the month away. Professor Proudfoot was a great Defence Against the Dark Art’s teacher. Everybody loved him; his lessons usually complimented the Defence Club, which was allowed to run as Proudfoot taught it with a guest every week. Though Harry was still banned from Quidditch this year (Professor Flitwick said he would reinstate him next year), he was still just as busy. He had etiquette classes with Narcissa every Saturday, then with Hermione taught the younger years about the Wizarding world.

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HPBFL CH 24

Department of Magical Law Enforcement Director. He looked between the woman and the Arrest Warrant on his desk. Then gave Kingsley Shacklebolt a betrayed look. The Heads of the Houses all appeared to be stunned.

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Sunday Short: New Divide

Black skies hid the three suns as the craft prepared to take off; lightning flashed as the ignition flared. The air around the craft shimmered as the engines heated up as I felt the cuffs pinching my wrists. Time seemed to blur as I stared at the ship UEN Hougoumont, part of the Penal Transportation. I finally realised that my destiny had caught up with me; I had chosen my path, which was my punishment for rebellion.

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