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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Chapter 1 Magic was the slight of hand of street performers, the illusions of a television magician, and the realm of silly children’s books. It did not exist. It could not exist. Why choose a rickety old broom when one has first-class air travel? |
3,025 | 2 |
| 2 |
Chapter 2 One good Memory Charm…they would agree to anything…if it had to come to that. |
2,077 | 1 |
| 3 |
Chapter 3 They were partners in their recklessness and forever bonded in their self-destruction. |
3,676 | 2 |
| 4 |
Chapter 4 “The World Cup?” Althea repeated. “What could’ve happened?” |
5,104 | 1 |
| 5 |
Chapter 5 “I never thought of it that way,” she said, the corner of her mouth upturned into a smile. “It could’ve been worse, you know. It could’ve been Vulpecula—” |
2,961 | 1 |
| 6 |
Chapter 6 “D’you really believe Sirius would stroll down Diagon Alley and call on Ollivander?” Althea countered and shook her head with quiet laughter. “Utter foolishness.” |
4,209 | 2 |
| 7 |
Chapter 7 “How long will Sirius keep up such a charade?” |
4,477 | 1 |
| 8 |
Chapter 8 “I know,” he said and leaned forward. “Have you ever seen a Hippo—” |
2,194 | 1 |
| 9 |
Chapter 9 “What are you getting at?” she asked, attempting to laugh. |
5,057 | 3 |
| 10 |
Chapter 10 “You know my little secret.” |
3,760 | 1 |
| 11 |
Chapter 11 “Did you visit St. Mungo’s with the hope to find me there?” she remarked, her lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.” |
3,369 | 2 |
| 12 |
Chapter 12 “Kiss them goodbye, Black.” |
4,538 | 2 |
| 13 |
Chapter 13 “Oh, clever that magic!” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes. “Escapes, disguises, outwitting the police…I wish George was as exciting.” |
2,938 | 0 |
| 14 |
Chapter 14 “You’ve let her down, Padfoot.” |
5,735 | 3 |
| 15 |
Chapter 15 “You were to be a message to Sirius from his cousin.” |
3,539 | 0 |
| 16 |
Chapter 16 “Nothing particularly gruesome?” |
4,175 | 0 |
| 17 |
Chapter 17 Azkaban isn’t sixth form for our family, she thought, and shivered at the thought of Prudence on trial before the Wizengamot. |
5,807 | 1 |
| 18 |
Chapter 18 Althea swallowed at his slightly incoherent promises. “What the hell did you do, Sirius Black?” |
5,768 | 1 |
| 19 |
Chapter 19 It was Sirius's idea. |
6,102 | 2 |
| 20 |
Chapter 20 “You’ve spoken with Narcissa Malfoy, have you? Still carrying the tea trays until they can scrounge for a new house-elf?” |
5,121 | 3 |
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