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    Jane
    Are you sure you should be tweeting stuff like that?
    People are going to work out that’s your burner account sooner or later.

    Lily
    Awww
    You are looking at my tweets
    I knew you thought they were funny

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    Hollanov has triumphed over Shayden in Heated Rivalry's in-universe hockey RPF fandom- but Ilya's still using his burner account, and still a menace

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    05 Feb 2026

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    Horror strikes him down where he stands, then. He sways, stumbles to put his back to the living room wall. Harry is woozy in disbelief, watching the two words slashed into his chest in livid red just like the scar on his forehead. ‘AVADA KEDAVRA.’

    He knows those words, the first he can remember, his earliest memory. It feels like he hasn’t breathed in minutes. When he comes back to the moment, he finds that perhaps he hasn’t. Harry gasps for air like a fish does for water, and doesn’t find it. His back has slid down the wall somehow and his hands grip his head, hair clenched in fists.

    Then he realizes he’s actually panting, a ringing in his ears, blocking out whatever it is people are saying to him. Hermione crouches in front of him where he can’t possibly miss her, palms settling gently on his knees.

    “Harry,” she’s saying. “Harry, it’s going to be alright.”

    How?

    How can it ever possibly be alright again?

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    In a world where the first words you ever speak to your soulmate appear once both soulmates have turned seventeen, Harry receives a bit of bad news.

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    In which Harry fashions himself into a war bride.

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    23 Jan 2026

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    "After the war, Harry became a recluse.

    People like him, grown to be a child soldier, a sacrifice, to give his all for the greater good.. can never have a normal life.

    He’d tried.

     

    When he finally took a step back, staring at the blood on his hands, he accepted the fact that he was also a monster. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. And this, oddly, made him feel content.

    Falling into Death’s embrace, the entity gave him a purpose.

    His will.

    And thus, the Angel of Death was born.

    With black raven wings sprouting out of his back, of which filled with piercing feathers, and body light as a speck of dust for ease of flight.

    The Angel of Death’s purpose was to act on the will of Death. A physical being to arrive on Earth and perform judgements where necessary. To act in His stead.

    And Harry? He was perfectly fine with that."

     

    “For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
    And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
    And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
    And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!”
    ― Lord Byron, Selected Poem

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Sirius passes from one world to the next. He does not expect to find a boy with black hair and green eyes waiting for him at Death’s door; he does not expect to find kindness. Then again, he has never known what to expect of death, so should it really be such a surprise that he finds both?

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    18 Jan 2026

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