“It is not a mere bird,” hissed Voldmort. “It is a Phoenix. Conventional weapons will not kill it ( Read more... )

The pale young man wandered into his quarters one morning, and stayed. He didn’t seem to have much idea what exactly he was doing there, but he was terribly interested in… well, everything. And Snape’s rudeness, and insults, and attempts to reclaim his privacy, were shrugged off like water off… something water won’t stay on ( Read more... )

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There were the sounds of hurrying feet, two sets of hurrying feet, and then the door slammed shut behind them. Hurried disrobing, the ping of a button lost, and then there was silence for a few moments. The bed springs began to squeak rhythmically. Then Reg said angrily ( Read more... )

She was not the shape, the size, the colouring he usually went for… but she smelled so right. Like blood and sex and death and the hunt and the kill and the chase ( Read more... )

The night was on fire. Red hair and smooth, muscled bodies; one pale and one covered with a million freckles- two million. More ( Read more... )

Filch hunched a little lower in his jacket, the warm smell of old wet leather and himself and Mrs Norris comforting him in this odd place. He wasn’t entirely sure why Dumbledore had insisted he accompany the headmaster here, but there were meetings going on that he wanted no part of. He’d come to the Shades. Even at Hogwarts, people knew of the ( Read more... )