◤Chapter 12: Brooms can't be cursed... wrong ◢
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❦ act I ❦✩‧₊˚*✧・゚:* The Survivor *:・゚✧*˚ ₊ ‧ ✩
'Their auras matched.'
- Luna
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit-fur gloves and enormous beaver skin boots.
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The Survivor
FanfictionA pair of twins will save the world just like the stars predicted... A potion and a series of books will change the timeline... A girl will begin to heal, care and love again... A life will be spared along with others... A boy will regret his choice...