Rise from the Ashes - Chapter 11 by the-nature-author, literature
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Rise from the Ashes - Chapter 11
Rise from the Ashes
Dramione, DH - EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Ministry Fic
~Chapter Eleven~ Loggerheads
Hermione followed Harry and Malfoy back to the Ministry within the hour after settling things with Viktor. He would stay for a few days, saying he would Floo back for some clothing and other necessary items, unwilling to yet leave her despite her assurances. He was deeply suspicious of Malfoy, averse to let go of his Death Eater past as yet, and concerned for Hermione’s safety. Hermione had decided not to argue the point with him; he could be as stubborn as her when he had a mind to be, and she really didn’t want to waste time disagr
Bellatrix FanFic 17 by 1spiffydeatheater, literature
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Bellatrix FanFic 17
Shock might be the proper word to describe Bella's current state. She had been ready for a fight, maybe even longing for it after such a lackluster murder. To be taken away from it was one thing, but to be swept away in her master's arms was most certainly another. There was not even enough time for her to process what had just happened as she was now standing in her room back at Malfoy Manor with her master's arms still around her. He held on to her for a moment before finally loosening his grasp on her waist. She spun around looking up into his eyes their bodies almost touching once more. His eyes were skillfully hiding whatever feelings lu
Holly Potter, the Secret War 3 by cheesew97, literature
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Holly Potter, the Secret War 3
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Holly’s alarm shrieked into her ear. Hermione groaned, neither of them had had much sleep that night.
With a grunt, Holly folloped out of bed, the duvet coming with her; they formed a bundle on the floor.
“Time to go.” She moaned softly. “Do I have to?” The question hung unanswered in the air. Muttering curses under her breath about what the alarm clock was getting when she came back, Holly slipped on the smart clothes Mrs Weasley had placed on the table yesterday. A flowered shirt was covered by a velvet jacket, thankfully not a full witch’s robe, though the cloth next to the skirt did seem awfull
Rise from the Ashes - Ch 27 by the-nature-author, literature
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Rise from the Ashes - Ch 27
Rise from the Ashes Dramione, DH - EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Ministry Fic ~Chapter Twenty-Seven~ A Dangerous Game Blaise was still where Draco had left him, although his expression had changed to a mixture of concern and confusion. Of all the Slytherins Draco had been friends with, Blaise was probably the most reliable. He put on a good pretence of careless swagger, but at the heart of it he was a genuine guy. “So.” “So.” Blaise raised an eyebrow as Draco sat down again. “I’ve topped up your glass. And mine.” Draco nodded his appreciation, finding his glass, and took a long deep sip as he sat again, marshalling his thoughts. “So… First of all, I can’t tell you everything, so don’t dig. But, long story short – I’m on this murder case for Potter.” Blaise had started forwards, ready to object, but then relaxed as the details emerged. “Go on.” “Granger’s in on it too. We needed to make ourselves a target to help draw out the murderer. Simple. The girl at Philtre, I don’t even know her
189th entry - 15 January 1996 (11:00 PM) by SkiesDiaries, literature
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189th entry - 15 January 1996 (11:00 PM)
15 January 1996 (11:00 PM)
Dear diary,
After quick thanks to all the people who defended me in this trial, I hurried out the French Wizengamot. Past the courtroom security, reporters who tried to ask me questions, and Sébastien Sournois. Don't know if he looked or said anything against me or if his auror friends in that courtroom had any reaction, I just wanted to get out. Piss off from that authority system this man has made me lose respect for.
At the "Coq coquet", a wizard restaurant near the Louvre, we celebrated my acquittal; which for a moment yesterday I feared that I wouldn't get. Call it anxiety panic but, in cases like mine,
182nd entry - 7 October 1995 by SkiesDiaries, literature
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182nd entry - 7 October 1995
7 October 1995
Dear diary,
(The Wizengamot's introduction, Patrick, Kriss Saint-Pierre's dialogues, and Palaemon's statements to her are translated from French to English)
Home yesterday afternoon. By the Knight Bus; frightful ride that almost rammed us into a red Muggle bus. One some Danish film production was working with between Uig and Staffin.
All around the island they shot their movie. “Amor Omnie” was the title on their cars and trailers. In the village my parents saw them. And at Glendale too. Where the crew had a commotion with Muggles who didn't want them to build a cemetery set on the tall hill. Don't know the full
188th entry - 15 January 1996 by SkiesDiaries, literature
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188th entry - 15 January 1996
15 January 1996
Dear diary,
(All dialogues, except those between my father and me, are French-to-English translations)
New crop of witnesses for this final hearing. The “Bourbon d'Artois's” owner and his wife (Guy and Mahaut Bourbon), Théodore Toulan — a French Muggle who lived on Antoine Hajje avenue —, Mr. Mabilon (Toulan's owner), and Sébastien Sournois. Wearing decorations and with his iuristos; fucker who kept whispering advices to his client. Both sat seven seats away; my father, Patrick, and Palaemon' seats shielding me from Sébastien.
Finally the Fifty Wizengamot members arrived. Same introduc
Bellatrix FanFic 9 by 1spiffydeatheater, literature
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Bellatrix FanFic 9
The next few days passed slowly, too slowly. She still spent her mornings training Draco, trying to get in as much as she could before he left for school on the first. Time had never moved so quickly yet so slowly at the same time. It was hard to believe it was already the end of August, where had the last two months gone? It was a sunny afternoon when Bellatrix finished Draco's training for the day, this was the last time they would train before Draco left for school tomorrow.
She smiled as nicely as she could, "You are going to do fine," she said to him, trying to be supportive. She knew that he was nervous and she knew no matter what her
196th entry - 28 April 1996 by SkiesDiaries, literature
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196th entry - 28 April 1996
28 April 1996
Dear diary,
If our art club still existed under Umbitch's reign, she nevertheless applied conditions. One, that her inquisitorial squad would supervise each session. Two, that she forbade nude life drawings and sculptings. And three, that Mr. Dyens was now Persona Non Grata.
To the Hog statues at the school's entry, she ordered them to ban him; cry out his presence if he ever dared to pass through the fenced gates. Which he would never do as he predicted she would forbid him access if she ever came to power. So he relies on hidden correspondences. Secret messages the first capital letters of each sentence pass through Umbitch,
193rd entry - 7 March 1996 by SkiesDiaries, literature
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193rd entry - 7 March 1996
7 March 1996
Dear diary,
Six o'clock yesterevening; Umbridge's office. By the fireplace she was waiting for me. No tea or scones beside her. Except one of those cat figurines that she held. Plaster object like others whose eyes seemed to spy me.
“Good evening, Mr. Skye. Put your bag down and sit over there.”
A round table. Quill and a parchment.
“For your detention, I want you to write down what I am going to dictate here, so listen well. Any spelling mistakes and Ravenclaw loses fifty points. Are you ready? Oh here, have a nice back pillow for you to sit on.”
Strange smile. Suspicious generosity; in contrast to
176th entry - 15 August 1995 by SkiesDiaries, literature
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176th entry - 15 August 1995
15 August 1995
(Patrick's dialogues translated to English)
Dear diary,
Fifty judges at my preliminary hearing. Their thrones opposite us. While Dad and Patrick would be in the stands. Witnessing our first showdown versus this national jury. Which started at ten o'clock.
Sharp.
Clerk: “The French Republic's Wizengamot against Simon Denis Skye. For underage magic assault on five Muggles on Antoine Haaje Avenue, vandalism on the café Le Bourbon d'Artois located at the same street, intent to assault its owner and his wife, and finally, insult and assault on two aurors.
Palaemon Skye: “Palaemon Skye, Iuristos for Mr. Simon Sky