i saw harry potter on zombie island a SCOOBY DOO AU and I had to ask! it sounds so crack-filled and fun like the shenanigans my god
BRO I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABT THAT
alright so basically the premise of this is pretty similar to the movie, scooby doo on zombie island (one of my favourite movies omgg that shit was horrifying as a child and i still get the chills when that zombie pirate rises from the pit) , though its a lot darker (this is a tomarry fic are we surprised). anyway so yea we have harry, hermione, ron , neville and ginny as the estranged mystery incorporated (they’re not acc a mystery gang), and tom, bella and peter as the werecats (tho they arent werecats here), and snape is the suss asf gardener (he acc gardens). the beginning of the fic is almost excatly the same, tho there are different dynamics and stuff, and we see more of their time in new orleans before they’re carted off to moonscar island (named l’île d’argent here (isle of silver/silver island more colloquially)) by bella.
the middle part of the fic is where we start to shift from the movie, as harry spends more time around the house than they did in the movie and we see more sides of their magnanimous hosts. i dont wanna spoil too much lmao so forgive the vagueness. then we have the parts where shit starts to hit the fan—there’s zombie (inferi) sightings, ppl disappearing, and an overall spooky vibe (ouf shouldve posted it in october). the fic ends a lot more open-ended and darker than the movie by a loong shot. there isnt rlly a happy ending (depending on how u look at it) and a lot of ppl end up dead.
here’s a small, small snippet (still kinda rough) from the fic:
There, above the ashy, marble fireplace, lies a portrait.
In it, Harry can see four people, dressed in white. A red-haired woman smiling, a man with his arm curled around her waist, another man whose eyes glitter like rubies, and a woman, her curls bound and black as night. They’re standing around a fire, that, even as Harry rubs his eyes, seems to flicker in the portrait frame, flames licking their faces.
And in those faces, he sees a reflection of his present. “Tom?” He calls, and their host walks towards him, his gait unworried and relaxed. As he comes to stand Harry’s right, his muscles freeze.
“Yes, Harry?”
“Why do those people look like us?”
whooooo i hope that isnt as bad as i imagine it was lmao. so far i have the whoe thing outlined, and a bit of thr first few chapters written, so it may be coming soon. honestly ur ask has stirred my excitement up around this idea again so i’ll probs work on it tonight.
