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‘Watch the door, and await my signal.’ ‘Watch the door, and await my signal.’ Planet Duggan, Citadel of Riches, Third Echelon, King’s Quarters. Kis was a Jedi. For as long as he could remember he had known that the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice in the Republic, but for the last three years they had been warriors too. More so than that, they had become soldiers. Along with his Master, Reyn Tee, the young padawan had been thrust into fighting above the planet Duggan, which had recently seceded to the Separatist cause. The only issue for the Jedi in orbit around the planet, the Grand Council of Dug

Harry and Ron and Hermione “It might seem like you have to burn down the whole forest to drive off the darkness, Harry,” Dumbledore counselled, “it might seem like it’s the only way to feel warm and bright again. But I do suggest that you remember that shadows disappear at the flick of a switch.” It already felt like a lifetime ago. Harry had spent the first eleven years of his life in mundane cruelty, surrounded by his loveless loved ones and a future that wasn’t only grim, but still unimaginably far away. Then the next seven had been taken up with both his amazement and joy at entering the wizarding wor

A tale in which a young wizard discovers more of himself than he might have liked, and a long lost hero gets her due. This story takes place both during the year after the siege of Hogwarts and twenty three years previously, during the dark victory of Voldemort in his first reign as Dark Lord. Even the brilliant candlelights of Hogwarts keep were turned to smoke and whispering ash, the towers jagged and mottled against an indifferent moon. 1975. Forbidden Forest, wolf country. Another howl, this one louder, this one closer. They were gaining, the poor brutes. Her feet pawed through the maze of tree roots and stones along the forest floor,

A veil cast about my eyes. I felt a soft pressure, pushing me downward as if I were falling into taught fabric. The force of the substance was enough to give resistance for a beat, but only for a beat. Shock explodes. The mind reels. A girl dies under a shower of splintering wood. All my friends and family look on in sheer terror. Calmness takes me. Thick and impossibly dense calmness, the darkness of the deep; without sight or sound for a generation, for an eternity in all directions. There isn’t anything, everything has let me go, and I fall forever. I fall through sunsets on misty shores, through soft summer walks in fields