And I hold my breath. (bone, flesh, and blood) 00And I hold my breath. (bone, flesh, and blood) 00 by smallsmiles
Summary: That night at the Graveyard, bone, flesh and blood brought Voldemort forth.
Prologue: bone, flesh, and blood.
In the grey light, the whole world was as a dream. Harry’s heart ticked away the seconds as he caught his breath. The Triwizard cup lay somewhere in the mist, but he couldn’t see it. To his side, Cedric Diggory scrambled to his feet.
Hauling himself up, Harry asked, “Did anyone tell you it was a Portkey?”
Cedric stared into the distance, his grey eyes narrowing. “No. And you?”
The mist curled around them like an ocean. It undulated and pulsed with the unseen, and Harry could taste the bitter metal. It was unseasonably cold, and on his injured leg, Harry thought he couldn’t run fast enough. “…we’re not in Hogwarts, are we?” Harry fumbled for his wand. “We need to get out of here. This is a graveyard.” And Harry knew in that instant that this was a trap. Just as
Christmas at St. Mungos (Breath 18.5)Christmas at St. Mungos (Breath 18.5) by smallsmiles
Summary: The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione have snuck out from Umbridge’s control to spend the holidays in the closed ward…
Christmas at St. Mungos
( First Chapter ) | ( grim awakening: 18.0 )
“Arthur Weasley? He’s on the first floor, second door on the right, Dai Llewellyn ward. His wife—your mother?—is with him now.”
Fred gave Harry, Ron and Hermione a look. “Creature induced injury, ey? Sounds about right.” Fred lead the way, and soon Harry noticed the plaque on the door:
“DANGEROUS. DAI LLEWELLYN WARD: SERIOUS BITES.” Underneath this was a card in a brass holder, on which was written, Healer in Charge: Hippocrates Smethwyck, Trainee Healer: Augusts Pye. (*1) They entered without comment, quickly finding the right place.
“Harry, twice savior of our family.” Mr. Weasley said weakly from the
grim awakening: breath 18.0grim awakening: breath 18.0 by smallsmiles
Summary: Harry has another vision. The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione sneak out from Umbridge’s control to spend the holidays in the closed ward…
( First Chapter ) | Previous: into the rabit hole: penseive memories (17.5)
Harry went through the school routine without much interest. November crept into December, and there was no sign of Tom. The secret passageways were watched by the Weasley twins (trying to keep him in?) and Snape stalked the halls at odd hours of the night. He was stuck inside, and unable to attempt rescue. The only thing that kept him from breaking some rule seriously enough to get purposefully expelled was…a feeling. And the dreams.
He dreamt of Tom, sometimes. Talking in a hushed voice to shadowy people. Smiling viciously and somehow far, far out of reach. It was always twilight there. Harry didn’t know where to look. He had, at one point, decided to steal a Thestra
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