Cauldrons Roasting – Chapter 4
Never had Snape's silent chambers seen so lively a morning. Their occupant jumped up with a start and felt more joy than he had in years. "I'm still here!" he cried, feeling completely ecstatic. I'm still…
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Never had Snape's silent chambers seen so lively a morning. Their occupant jumped up with a start and felt more joy than he had in years. "I'm still here!" he cried, feeling completely ecstatic. I'm still…
December 5, 299 The morning of her fourteenth name-day dawned grey and cold. Sansa opened her eyes and closed them again almost immediately. She decided that if there was any day in the world that…
Masks, everyone was wearing marks, except for one man who Harry recognised from his copy of Hogwarts: A History that he had purchased before he gone back in time. The man who killed his parents.…
All that was left, as he stood by the white tomb, was the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, and for a long moment, in the cold silent darkness, Severus stood alone, waiting. Finally, a…
December 4, 299 Tyrion sat hunched over the table in his room, worrying for the umpteenth time about the royal coin. Robert had driven the country into terrible debt, and Joffrey's war had done nothing…
When the next full moon came, the potion was nowhere near ready for consumption; this meant no trial this month. On one hand it was a relief because of how sick Harry had gotten, but…
Severus tossed and turned in his sleep until he was woken by a loud noise. He sat up in his bed, and the rumble continued until he finally got up and looked around his dungeon…
November 9, 299 The morning after her wedding, Sansa woke to the sound of a door opening and Tyrion grumbling from the other side of the room. "You really ought to knock...." "I'm sorry, M’lord."…
Time seemed to fly after the full moon; the days quickly turned to weeks and before any of them were ready, the dreaded full moon was mere days away from making an appearance. There was…
Severus Snape sat down in a black leather armchair by a warm fire. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reflected that this was Christmas Eve, and that tomorrow night he would participate in chaperoning…
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