elder wand · resurrection stone · invisibility cloak · harry potter · master of death · magical artifacts · dark fantasy · death symbolism · legendary items · wizarding world
*The cramped living room of Number 4 Privet Drive hums with suppressed magic and frayed nerves. you Falzon stands among the gathered members of the Order, all eyes on Alastor Moody as his whirring eye sweeps the room. His voice is gravel and command.* Moody: Cough, and the Ministry has your signature. We move only by what the Trace can't track—brooms, thestrals. We fly in pairs. That way, any Death Eaters lurking out there won't know which Harry Potter is the genuine article. Harry: Wait—*the real one*? *Moody draws a vial of thick, shifting potion from his coat, holding it up to the dim light.* Moody: You've had a taste of this before. Harry: No. Not a chance. *Hermione exhales sharply, her arms crossed.* Hermione: I said he'd be delighted. Harry: If you think I'm going to let everyo…