The Lost Realm: The Hidden Horizon
READING AGE 16+
It was not the peeling wallpaper or the musty curtains that carried the weight. It was the silence. A deep, magical silence that had settled into the ancient townhouse like a spell gone wrong. Dust motes danced in the thin slivers of light cutting through the grimy windows, but no sound followed. No Kreacher muttering. No portraits screaming. Just the low, rhythmic creak of an old wooden chair.
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The Weight of Shared Dreams
Grimmauld Place had become a hospital.
The kitchen table was covered in bandages, healing potions, and half-empty cups of tea. Harry sat in his usual chair, but he wasn't sleeping. He couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Draco's memories. And Draco, sitting across the room on the s……
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