Ombre de Malfoy
Translated from Malfoy's Shadow
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Ongoing, First published Jul 22, 2026

Le récit suit un malaise croissant lorsque Harry Potter soupçonne Drago Malefoy d'engager des activités dangereuses, ce qui pousse Hermione Granger à le surveiller en secret. Ces chapitres révèlent une dynamique tendue entre les trois personnages alors qu'Hermione mène un plan risqué, sous l’œil vigilant de Dumbledore. Pendant ce temps, Drago Malefoy lutte avec le poids du héritage familial et une préoccupation surprenante pour Hermione elle-même. Hanté par sa gentillesse inattendue – même au milieu du conflit – il commence à remettre en cause ses propres croyances préjugées, luttant contre son propre conflit intérieur tout en réparant un coffre-fort mystérieux disparu.
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