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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
The beginning. Who would have thought that the new generation will be so beyond help? I say let's drink to helping people who are beyond help! To being beyond help! |
1,194 | 14 |
| 2 |
Ain't no rest for the wicked “Excuse me…Are you Deborah?” I turned around and faced a girl. Red hair, Gryffindor tie, big brown eyes. Positively a Wotter or a Peasley. The girl looked frightened. She probably was a fourth year or a fifth year. |
5,869 | 14 |
| 3 |
I spy with my little eye James Potter. It did not occur to me to speak to him, or smile, or communicate in anyway, through these years. It did not seem to me that we were on the same dimensional plane, I watched him through glass, as I watched the rain fall. |
5,761 | 7 |
| 4 |
Can't get my head around you A ghostly smile flickered across his face. “If you weren’t so psychotic, you’d be fun to hang around.” |
5,371 | 4 |
| 5 |
Under serious attack Dear Santa, |
5,526 | 6 |
| 6 |
Not unicorn-pure Curse you, Agatha Goff. They’ve got a really dark place reserved for people like you when they die. |
5,632 | 7 |
| 7 |
Some will seek forgiveness, some escape It was like someone had thrown three dementors and three inferni into the room and told them to throw a tea party with cute dresses and little cups… It was painful. |
5,399 | 8 |
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