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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
His Final Battle He grimaced, flexing his fingers in his bloody right hand; he was pretty sure at least three of them were broken. He had been duelling a Death Eater - who he recognized, as one of the ones upon the brooms before Snape cursed his ear off all those years ago, when he jinxed his feet and he tripped, his hood flying off – when a curse hit his hand that was outstretched behind himself to keep his balance... |
4,783 | 39 |
| 2 |
Extinguished Wheezes Diagon Alley was uncommonly empty. There were no Wandless huddled in street corners, shouting out to passer-bys, muttering to themselves; Undesirable posters had been taken down, though some of Harry still lingered, the ‘un’ scribbled or scorched out and phrases such as ‘Hero!’ and ‘Minister for Magic!’ stamped onto them; shops where locked and shut, some with ‘Out Celebrating, Why Aren’t You?!’ painted onto the dark windows… |
2,305 | 15 |
| 3 |
His Final Goodbye The Burrow was unnaturally quiet. Even the chickens and ghoul seemed to be silent in mourning... |
1,962 | 13 |
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