Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Harry had a sizable stack of materials coming his way. He was already back to belongings from people who died in the 1720s.
He was trying to get things in some order. Harry was the new owner of at least nine pensieves, the construction of which Uncommon Magics said was incredibly taxing. No wonder they were rare these days. The Ministry must have been sitting on a thousand of them. Unable to sell them, unable to use that many. It was just some damaged bird that flew after every bit of sparkle, dragging every glint back to its nest, never letting a bit of it go.
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