And that’s when she saw her. Hermione Granger was shorter than Duchess expected, but somehow even more formidable in person. Her brown curls fell to her shoulders, and her robes were a deep purple, embroidered subtly with the seal of the Ministry of Magic. She looked—Duchess thought—like a professor who might simultaneously change your life…
The window was dusty. Inside, it was dim and cramped, and the air smelled of cedar and something electric, like the air before a storm. Stacks of long, thin boxes teetered toward the ceiling. A soft bell rang as they entered. “Ah,” a voice said quietly from behind the shelves, “A new witch.” Duchess felt…
A goblin named Grimblethorn came up behind Duchess and Kim, “Right this way, Ma’ams.” They followed the goblin down the great bank, with their shoes clacking on the marble floors. Ben stayed back, still in awe, looking up at the ceiling. Duchess and her mom followed the goblin to the back of the bank. “Feels…
The moment Duchess stepped into Diagon Alley, it felt like the air had changed—not just the smell, though it did smell different, like parchment and chimney smoke and something sweet and metallic—but the air itself seemed alive, as though it breathed with her. Her sneakers clicked oddly on the cobblestone, and she held tight to…
Table of Contents This story is from my own imagination based in a world created by J.K. Rowling. I’m a writer– not an artist. All images are 100% AI-generated. They are, however, prompted and come from my imagination. The images were generated from paragraphs of description and details written by myself and revised over and…