Hogwarts A Change in the Balance of Power
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Many years after the war and having defeated Voldemort everyone is gathered at Harry’s place in London to celebrate his birthday.
Being an auror and having plenty of money after Hagrid turned his life upside down and showed him a new magical world, he could afford a place as big as the Black’s house, so everyone was sleeping there that night.
After the kids were in their beds, the grown-ups sat at the dining table once again and started drinking and remembering their young days. The amount of booze already drank that night made sure that there were no limits to the stories that were going to be told.
[Thanks for choosing HSOWAF! I have started introducing conditional chapters into the story, so please hit that 'start game' button on the right of your screen for the best reading experience. Also, feel free to leave a like or comment on any chapters that tickle you along the way. Enjoy!] Harry Potter was back at the newly rebuilt Hogwarts to complete his wizarding education. Defeating a dark lord opened a few doors for sure, but the gang had all agreed to return and enjoy their final year....
Alternative Facts: This is Harry Potter Fan Fiction, set in an alternate HP universe and therefore many things are different than they appear in the books. I feel the best place to start is with a list of these facts. (Feel free to ignore this if you wish not to have these facts spoiled. However, the story will proceed as if you, the reader, are already aware of these things). 1) Students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry receive their acceptance letters between the ages of 13 or...
Hogwarts whore house for 18+ witches. A place every female witch gets acquainted with after they finish their studies. That’s all witches are good for in this world being fucked. The only reason they get sent to school is to prepare them for the whore house. Every wizard also knows about the whore house but for a different purpose. They’ve been told that when they graduate they can go to the whore house and fuck any girl they like and even buy one so they don’t have to leave the house. When it...
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You sneak out of your house common room.
“Clack Clack” I hear a soft noise. I am slowly waking up from my dreamless sleep. Slightly sleepy, I look through the still dark common room. I hear the noise again and I direct my gaze to the large window several meters away from me, in front of which there is a small, dark figure. "What's there?" I hear a grumbling voice from my best friend Ron. "Nothing Ron, go back to sleep" I say and slip out of the warmth of my bed. When I reach the window, I finally see what this noise is making. It is a...
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