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it's been 84 years-

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[arrives three years late with lots and lots of starbucks] so like. what’s up.

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: D.Gray-man, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Background Relationship - Relationship, Nea D. Campbell/Cross Marian Characters: Nea Walker, Allen Walker, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, OCs Additional Tags: Book 3: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Varying POV, slytherin!allen walker, POV Alternating, Humor, HP-AU DGM crossover, original vatican state wizarding world, a... lot of worldbuilding apparently, mild spoilers for just about everything in both fandoms but particularly post dgm-218, dgm trauma kids, trauma kid allen and his trauma family, History Mucking, officially au at this point Series: Part 1 of a fate well fallen. Summary:

The week after Gryffindor's rematch with Hufflepuff was a gloomy Sunday, both literally and metaphorically.

It was also the day Harry spotted a strange person walking down the halls on his way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Harry," Hermione hissed, pulling on his arm before he could wander off.

"Hermione—"

Ron realized they'd stopped walking and turned around. "What is it? What's going on?"

"There's someone—"

"Nothing, Ronald, Harry's trying to go and play hero again—"

"—someone weird in the castle! What do you mean playing hero? I don't play hero."

"Basilisk? Sorcerer's Stone?"

"I have a fatal sense of curiosity," Harry defended himself.

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trying out a new hairstyle for mahanon and got nostalgic. Colors.

official reason why langlocked and belief are both on semi-permanent hiatus:

i’ve been swapping between desktop and laptop for writing and i use cloud service to access the scrivener files between the two but somehow didn’t realize until recently that if i dont’ give one platform time to actually Update To THe Most Recent File Version and just open up scrivener it will literally just overwrite the most recent file version with whatever is current on the device i’m using which is how i managed to lose the latest 2 chapters of both fics from their respective scrivener files and any plotting and drafting and planning i may have done for future chapters while writing those two chapters so i’m like

fuck. i’ll think about re-plotting everything i dont’ remember losing later. and that’s where we are now.

#scarlet rambles #cloud storage is great guys..... if you let your files sync properly #if not then you're fuckin fucked #:(#langlocked lurid #not love but worship

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Stay put, Mister Potter," his rescuer said. It was muffled, but Harry recognized the voice. It didn't bring much reassurance.

At least until he craned his head around and saw why he was being told to stay put.

The dementors were crowded around them, trying to come closer but being kept at bay by that same inky-black smoke. The rain had no effect on either— dementors did not get wet, the water simply rolled off of their robe-like skins, and the smoke... it didn't dissipate like smoke normally did in the rain. In fact, the rain didn't even seem to touch it, simply passing through as though it weren't really there.

"I apologize for the noise," Campbell said, cool and smooth and far too void. "It's quite unavoidable with this spell."

Harry didn't now what he meant.

Then he said, "Tuono," and Harry shielded his eyes and ears from the crack of lightning that descended on them.

guess WHO;;