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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
Prologue: From the Quill of Fred Weasley Darkness. The endless, icy, swirling coldness. A painful mist, pressing in from all directions, which envelopes your soul so that all you are left with is fear, betrayal, anger, and hatred. |
887 | 5 |
| 2 |
From the Quill of Sirius Black I didn’t plan to die when I did, but if I could do it over, I wouldn’t change it at all. I died fighting for my Godson, and fighting for his freedom. I fought for Lily and James, and the lives they could have led. I fought for the Weasley family, the nicest people I have ever met. |
1,062 | 0 |
| 3 |
From the Quill of Tonks. Just Tonks. Late at night when we are all fast asleep, the owl is souring through the skies looking for food and delivering mail. It’s not too dark for him, he’s nocturnal! |
1,231 | 0 |
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