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They're on the way to the arcade when the unthinkable happens.
When that song comes on over the radio. It starts off innocently enough, with Billy grinning and eyeing Steve over the rim of his aviators as he cranks up the volume. And then Steve's beaming back, fingers tapping along with the opening chords against his thighs.
"Oh no," Max groans, dropping her head into her hands in preemptive defeat.
"Oh yes," Billy roars back, eyeing her in the rear view mirror as a rare glee plays across his features.Bookmarked by AmyRxo
05 Nov 2025
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A Dead Man's Guide to Reliving Your Youth by Spork_in_the_Road
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Dec 2024
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After dying in the forbidden forest at Voldemort's hand--after going to the Kings Cross of his afterlife--Harry is returned to his 11-year-old self with no memories of his life before, just a vague sense of doom and weird knowledge of the wizarding world (and its inhabitants) that he can't quite explain. With only his ever-present sense of deja-vu to guide him into making better choices than last time, Harry embarks on a journey to save the wizarding world once again, and this time save himself as well.
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There was another student here.
Tom recognized him vaguely—while transfer students were not necessarily uncommon due to the war, they were rare enough to at least make an impression. This particular transfer student was in his year, sorted into Ravenclaw after an impressively long hat stall. He looked like he might be descended from the Potter line, but he did not share the surname so his lineage was of no particular interest to Tom. Nothing about him was of particular interest to Tom, in fact, and yet here he stood, holding the book that Tom had come here to find.
It would be a good time to turn away. The Restricted Section was restricted for a reason—only books documenting extremely dangerous or extremely advanced magic were stored here.
Tom’s feet, however, suddenly felt as if they were made of lead. It wasn’t magic keeping him tied down, but something far more mysterious like curiosity or even fate. In any case, the delay was all it took for the Ravenclaw to lift his chin and meet Tom’s eyes.
This Ravenclaw, Tom realized, had eyes as blindingly green as the Killing Curse.
