Tag: Acheron's Ambition

The breeze traced small waves across the glimmering river ripples, scattering the slim dark shapes of fish beneath its surface and rustling the willow leaves above their heads.  So nearly perfect. Harry watched Fleur’s feet swing from their branch before the veiled Mirror of Erised. So close. ‘This is how

Adult Content! This chapter contains adult content intended for those 18 and over only. × Dismiss this alert. The shining silver circle sat between his feet on the white stones, gleaming in the sun. ‘Ba’alat Tanit demands sacrifice,’ Harry murmured, staring at the black silk fluttering over the Mirror of

Soft red light pulsed from the slim shard of glass sat between Violette’s ring and Lemon Sorbet’s pale yellow mask.  Daphne and Astoria are calling. Harry watched it flash from the edge of the bed, spinning his wand in his fingers. But I can’t risk facing Grindelwald again. Fleur wrapped

Harry swept the black silk back off the mirror and held out his hand. ‘I need to borrow that for a moment, baby bird. While your maman is busy fixing wards.’ Katie babbled beneath the glass as the Elder Wand appeared in his grasp. He cast the ball of purple

A piercing shriek cut through the soft rustle of the willow leaves. Violette is needed. Harry dipped a hand into his pocket and lifted Violette’s ring up in his palm. But I don’t have time to waste on that. ‘Go see, mon Amour,’ Fleur murmured, rising to her feet in

The copper links gleamed across his knuckles in the rising sun, cutting into his fingers.  It’s just pain. Part of the price. Harry tore his gaze away and stared out the kitchen window into the garden.  ‘Ready, Mon Amour?’ Fleur’s soft, warm fingers cupped his cheek, her arm resting on

Fleur’s soft breathing fluttered the pages of her book, her silver hair pooling around her head on the desk. ‘Sleep well, mon Rêve.’ Harry kissed the top of her head and wrapped her silver blanket about her shoulders, tucking the edges under her chin.  Fleur stirred with a soft hum.

Corpses stood beneath the floating glass lanterns, pale-faced and dark-veined. Circular shield-shaped badges gleamed on the chests of their tight black jackets, the reflection of the brazier’s white flames flickering on the alternating pattern of crimson and pink rings. ‘My distraction,’ Grise said, stepping through the huddle. ‘The British discovered

The slim piece of glass flashed, flaring red beside Fleur’s clock of floating cogs. That’ll be Lemon Sorbet being sent to kill vampires, no doubt.  Harry watched it flash twice more and rested a hand on Fleur’s shoulder. ‘Mon ange,’ he murmured, giving her a gentle shake. ‘I have to