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When fate hangs razor-sharp in the balance, approach it with open eyes. Let all distractions fall away, and look plainly on the face of truth.
Truth, to the Publican, was that his princess would not fail him.
Truth, to Harry, was that Ginny would not let him fall.
Truth to us all, however, is that only a fool does naught to help himself.
Neither the Publican nor Harry were fools.
The ancient utterance, 'Kedavra ', had just shaped itself from breath and hatred when Harry's muscles jolted. Eyes ablaze, he ducked and lunged to the side. One wrist and knee hit the ground rolling, as his other hand lashed out to grasp Tio's wand arm, hauling the startled captor off balance. Together, they collided with the cowering Mus, and the three men careened headlong into the far wall.
As they staggered, a wayward killing curse shot pointlessly from Tio's wand, blasting the ceiling at the very juncture where a thunderous crash was, just then, striking from above.
Tons of hard, heavy stone thundered down on the very spot where the three men had stood an instant before.
In the chaos, Harry pried himself loose from the dazed figures of the Publican's two sons. Squinting through the swirling dust, he turned toward the center of the cell block. Presiding over a great pile of rubble; bathed in the silvery moonlight shining down from the open sky above, was a sight that nearly made him cry out with joy.
You've a flair for grand entrances! Harry grinned as he accepted Ginny's hand and leaped onto the thestral's back.
I always liked your style too, Ginny replied with a laugh. And this time I didn't even have to steal you a wand.
Harry gave her a puzzled look... then saw what he held in his hand. Somehow amid the struggle and mayhem, he had walked away with the wand that had nearly murdered him.
Ya. So, the problem is that the longer I spend away from my old stories, the better I see how they can be properly edited (witness the above segment from Splinters), but unfortunately SIYE database glitches have locked up the original stories so I can't edit chapter text. Yes, I know I'm an administrator, but even Tom Beach wasn't able to figure out the problem, so....
Anyway, a surprising number of people recently started reading the old stories (I blame the pandemic, but am still flattered), so I do think I'll push through on a judicious rewrite of Splinters, and will likely post it elsewhere. Once I figure out where, I'll add a link here.
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