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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Prologue It was one of those summer days. One of those dry, half-lit summer days when the sun shines through the dust and the world unfolds in tones of sepia, like an old print in an antique shop. |
1,305 | 12 |
| 2 |
Purgatory Sometimes, when his parents were alone together and thought he was out of earshot, his mother would whisper that her son was wasting away and his father would frown stoically and suggest, perhaps, yes, perhaps it was just a phase. |
3,763 | 10 |
| 3 |
Fog He didn’t notice the car coming through the intersection. It was one of those black, non-descript sedans Harry often noticed around the Muggle police station. The driver stepped on the brake hard, blaring his horn at the same time. But Harry’s legs were weak. In a flash, he realized he wouldn’t even have time to reach for his wand before he was run over. |
3,251 | 9 |
| 4 |
Scapegoat “I’m innocent,” Draco told them time and time again. “I didn’t kill Cybil Bennett.” |
3,747 | 4 |
| 5 |
Sirens And that’s when he heard it, faint at first, coming from the distance. A plaintive wail. Something that put shards of ice into his blood and made his stomach drop down into his soggy trainers. |
4,969 | 6 |
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