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Jun. 1st, 2010 08:31 pmMine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
Suddenly the very colour of the morning was changed. An army, a vile and immense army, still filled the Strath Hog between the Hill of Hogwarts and the ridge of Beinn-na-Rig and Beinn Dhu. It polluted Hogsmeade and the fields where wizard children – some of them now part of that murderous host – once played and sang. But the horde now was as if between hammer and anvil, between the enormous and unconquered crag of the castle, and the steadily advancing waves of Dark Elves and Zabini allies.( Read more... )
Suddenly the very colour of the morning was changed. An army, a vile and immense army, still filled the Strath Hog between the Hill of Hogwarts and the ridge of Beinn-na-Rig and Beinn Dhu. It polluted Hogsmeade and the fields where wizard children – some of them now part of that murderous host – once played and sang. But the horde now was as if between hammer and anvil, between the enormous and unconquered crag of the castle, and the steadily advancing waves of Dark Elves and Zabini allies.( Read more... )
