Harry Potter: 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 morning brought no comfort.
Harry had not slept. None of them had. After the Aurors fled, Hermione had reinforced the wards on Grimmauld Place with every protection she knew – blood wards, time wards, even a Fidelius charm she had no right to cast. The secret was now locked inside her heart. Only she could reveal the addr……
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