webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    embeddedMedia {
      mediaId
      state
    }
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment JobInfo_job on AiGenerationJob {
  id
  type
  status
  currentStage
  attemptCount
  maxAttempts
  lastErrorCode
  scheduledAt
}

fragment MediaStatusFields_media on Media {
  id
  status
  generationError
  activeGenerationJob {
    ...JobInfo_job
    currentStage
    id
  }
}

fragment MyProfile_myProfile on User {
  id
  name
  email
  isAdmin
  hasEverPaid
  isEmailConfirmed
  isEmailNotificationEnabled
  isTelegramNotificationEnabled
  isTempPassword
  avatar
  cover
  about
  contacts
  support
  telegramId
  vkId
  availableLimits
  frozenLimits
  urlSlug
  topUpPackages {
    id
    price
    currency
    toBalanceLimits
    bonusLimits
    totalCreditedLimits
    USD
  }
  availablePaymentProviders
  aiGenerationCosts {
    plan {
      size
      cost
    }
    characterSuggest
    ideaExpand
    sceneWrite {
      length
      cost
    }
    mediaGenerate
    animate {
      withoutAudio
      withAudio
    }
  }
  activeGenerationJobs {
    id
    type
    status
    limitCost
    story {
      id
      authorTitle
    }
  }
}

fragment SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments(viewMode: READ) {
    id
    media {
      ...MediaStatusFields_media
      id
      type
      genesis
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      sourceMedia {
        id
        mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      }
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      mediaAttachments {
        id
        story {
          id
        }
        scene {
          id
        }
        character {
          id
        }
      }
      embeddedInScenes {
        id
      }
    }
  }
  embeddedMedia {
    mediaId
    state
  }
  sceneCharacterStates {
    id
    character {
      id
      name
    }
  }
}

fragment Scene_scene on Scene {
  id
  order
  displayOrder
  title
  rating
  isPublished
  isScheduled
  publishedAt
  minWaitersToPublish
  waitersCount
  readCount
  content
  story {
    id
    isMine
  }
}

fragment Story_story on Story {
  id
  title
  createdAt
  publicDescription
  type
  size
  narrativeType
  rating
  hasCharacters
  status
  isPublished
  isMine
  publishedAt
  likesCount
  favoritesCount
  displayDirection
  plotGenres
  settingGenres
  moods
  tropes
  displayContentWarnings
  sceneAtmospheres
  publishedStats {
    scenesCount
    wordsCount
  }
  author {
    id
    name
    urlSlug
    avatar
  }
  characters {
    id
    name
  }
  fandoms {
    id
    urlSlug
    translation {
      canonicalName
      id
    }
  }
  myState {
    isLiked
    isFavorited
    isWaiting
    id
  }
  lastPublishedScene {
    id
  }
}


The dust motes hung in the slanting afternoon light, undisturbed for decades until Kreacher’s rag stirred them into a slow, golden dance. His bony fingers worked the cloth along the carved oak shelves, each motion mechanical, practiced—a rhythm that had outlived the hands that once commissioned the shelves, outlived the books themselves in their silent rows. Grimmauld Place breathed around him, creaking in the quiet, and Kreacher moved through its stillness like a ghost tending a mausoleum.

He had been at this for hours now, ever since the boy returned to the kitchen and then retreated upstairs. The locket was gone—destroyed, as Master Regulus had commanded—but the weight in Kreacher’s chest had not lifted. It sat there, cold and hard, a stone he could not swallow. He dusted, and he tried not to think.

The dust motes hung in the slanting afternoon light, undisturbed for decades until Kreacher’s rag stirred them into a slow, golden dance. His bony fingers worked the cloth along the carved oak shelves, each motion mechanical, practiced—a rhythm that had outlived the hands that once commissioned the shelves, outlived the books themselves in their silent rows. Grimmauld Place breathed around him, creaking in the quiet, and Kreacher moved through its stillness like a ghost tending a mausoleum.

He had been at this for hours now, ever since the boy returned to the kitchen and then retreated upstairs. The locket was gone—destroyed, as Master Regulus had commanded—but the weight in Kreacher’s chest had not lifted. It sat there, cold and hard, a stone he could not swallow. He dusted, and he tried not to think. «The Locket's Secret», part 5. Fanfiction — Harry Potter.

A Veiled Inquiry. The Locket's Secret — Harry Potter fanfiction | Fanfica

A Veiled Inquiry

Padfoot Always

After destroying the locket Horcrux, Kreacher uncovers the buried truth about Regulus Black's death: he was not a traitor, but a hero who stole the locket from Voldemort. But the portrait of Walburga Black commands him to keep this secret forever. Now Kreacher must decide: obey the ghost of his old mistress, or reveal the heroism of a master who never claimed it. Will the truth finally set the Black family free?

The Locket's Secret — A Veiled Inquiry

Part 5: A Veiled Inquiry

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