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“Mr. Evans,” Ollivander said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?”
“Who?”Harry Evans was almost like any other boy growing up in Cokeworth. He lived alone in a house nobody else could see, he stole food from the supermarket and never got caught, and he had a little brother who had been hidden after the night their mother was killed. Harry was a secret, and he promised not to tell.
A letter in an empty vault, a small boy with broken glasses, a portrait of a scowling girl. As Harry begins unraveling his own past, the threat against his brother grows.
How long will his secrets keep when Harry is the only one standing between his brother and the world?
A story about family, friendship, growing up, and, of course, the most powerful magic of all
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- Part 1 of The Evans Boy
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16 Jun 2026
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79 amazing
How the fuck am i so invested in gobstones lmfao???
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Lily Potter was pregnant when she died. This is a story about that kid.
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Meteoroid by dwellingondreams
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
30 Mar 2026
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The old septa died in Bitterbridge, in a dark, shuttered room. She had been ailing when they reached the town, plagued by a sharp, nagging cough Dunk did not like the sound of, likely brought on by several days of rainy travel. They had been headed northeast, towards King’s Landing, for the landed knight they had served for the past three years had little need of septas after his daughters came of age to wed.
Well, Dunk had been more maidservant than septa, it was true, and mayhaps she had never really said the right vows, but it hardly mattered, did it? She wore grey robes, for white showed stains too readily, and carefully veiled her hair, which she kept cropped to her chin to make it easier to tend to. Septa Arla always said a maid of her size would always stand out and attract trouble, so she ought to let the Seven be her shield.
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16 Jun 2026
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HOW HAVE I NOT DISCOVERED THIS BEFORE???
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Plough the Shit by dwellingondreams
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
13 May 2023
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"Heaven has been promised to the righteous / Hell's an overpopulated pit / Purgatory's given to the dreamers / But the world belongs to those who plough the shit." - Ben Caplan, 'Plough the Shit'.
In the year 129 AC, as a civil war erupts on mainland Westeros, a homeless thief named Nettles climbs out of the gutter and onto a dragon's back.
Five years later, she is seen for the last time, fleeing deeper into the Mountains of the Moon, a trail of dead and dying soldiers in her wake.
This is the story of what happened in between.
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A Caged Songbird by bikadoo
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
15 Oct 2022
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“I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life."
Shae goes still. "You ... you plan to kill the King?"
"No," Sansa says. "I plan to kill my husband."
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21/21.
Coolest shit
AWWWWW
It is a long silence – a silence that resembles so many Sansa has known. The silence that existed when Cersei had told her of her marriage to Joffrey. The silence that had existed before Joanna had cried out into the night. The silence that had come when Sansa had waited in the throne room, her husband’s blood staining her hands. She knows this silence. She has heard it before.
Jon looks as tortured as the men Joffrey would harm in the great hall. He looks as if he is being torn from limb to limb, each hair burned and destroyed. Sansa once knew his face – knew his sorrow and his pain, but now, she knows nothing.
“Jon?” Sansa asks, confused.
“It is not Aegon,” He finally chokes out. “You… you are not marrying Aegon.”
Sansa stills.
For there are only three Targaryen’s.
Aegon.
Daenerys.
And Jon.
“I will kill him,” Sansa whispers, her eyes meeting Shae’s shocked gaze. “I will fight them, and I will win.”
“How?”
“I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life."
Shae goes still. "You ... plan to kill the King?"
"No," Sansa says. "I plan to kill my husband."
And then it had been Robb. Robb, the boy who had once given her a crown of winter roses in a pretend tourney. Robb, who would chase her through the crypts. Robb, who would always laugh when she did and who always smiled when she smiled. If Jon was Arya’s, Robb was Sansa’s and they had murdered him while he broke bread.