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Some Percy doodles I did instead of going to sleep
Visit from Gryffondorks are not always welcome …
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I post my first fic!
This is my gift for lovely friend @hirukochan , thank you so much for everything!!
When Santa came to deliver presents to Dudley Dursleys, a naughty boy who usually got coal, he was confused to find that any present he tried to put in the boy’s stocking would turn to coal. It was after the third attempt that the man heard a tiny gasp behind him.
It was that night that Santa was met with one of the few children that didn’t want many toys, but a far more precious gift: a friend. It becomes a yearly tradition for Santa to spend a few extra minutes at the Dursley’s house to share his traditional cookies and milk with Harry Potter.
When Harry goes to Hogwarts, Santa keeps up the tradition, despite Harry finding new friends. As Harry grows up, the tradition grows harder to keep, until after his seventeenth birthday, when Hogwarts is fallen to the Death Eaters. But when he travels to Godric’s Hollow, there he feels called to the ruins of the Potter house. He meets Harry once again, and by his side is a pretty girl named Hermione Granger. A new member of their traditional snack is inducted that night.
Years later, and Santa always looks forward to his pit stop at the Potter’s house. Especially this year because he gets to meet Harry and Hermione’s first born child.
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‘The Boy Who’ Series
This was one of the first set of Harry Potter fanfictions I ever wrote, after reading a couple of Severitus-style stories and feeling inspired!
Fluffy oneshots starting with Snape rescuing little Harry from the Dursleys and adopting him, through his childhood, his first year at Hogwarts and beyond!
All of them can be found on AO3, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net and Potions and Snitches, under my handle @myramcqueen
There are five stories in the series, as follows:
‘The Boy Who Didn’t Matter’ Once upon a time there was a little boy named Harry, who was quite convinced he didn’t matter...
‘The Boy Who Would Not Smile’ In which Harry James Potter would not smile
‘The Boy Who Ran Away’ Six year old Harry Potter was running away. And this time, no body was going to stop him.
‘The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep’ It’s Harry’s first night in the Gryffindor tower, but he’s missing somebody...
‘The Boy Who Got Into Trouble’ Harry Potter knew he was in deep trouble. In fact, it was a miracle it hadn’t happened sooner. He was nearing the end of his first term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and so far, he had managed to escape getting into any serious trouble. Of course, there had been the odd detention for missed homework here and there... but nothing like this...
Young Wizards Summer Camp Day 7
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Young Wizards Summer Camp Day 7
Young Wizards Summer Camp, July Session: Day 7 Report
Today was a half-day, with campers going home in the afternoon.
Morning: We started the day with a feast that could match any at Hogwarts. We’re so lucky to have some of the school elves here to help take care of things.
Lesson/Activities: Today’s focus was on Charms and magical theory. A lot the younger campers were a bit squirrelly, so Rory and Rowena took them out to play a game to remember spell incantations and their inventors. The older campers, meanwhile, learned about Patronus Charms. A few of the older counselors were able to cast their own Patronuses, and it was a beautiful sight!
Arts and crafts: Along with the lesson, campers made their own Patronus light jars. It’s not the real thing, but hopefully, it will help those kids in the Winged Horse cabin who were scared of the Lethifold stories the other night. Each kid picked their own animal, and we had everything from little dormice to huge Ukrainian Ironbellies! When we cast the Everglow Charms on the jars, they were so excited to show them off.
Incident: Warren Bright, Adrian Hornsby, and Ronan Fairchild caused an incident when they riled up a nest of Doxies in the dining hall. No one was hurt, though we did have to administer some antidote for a slight bite Roger sustained.
Afternoon and checkout: Campers enjoyed butterbeer ice cream while they waited for their parents to come by Portkey and Floo to take them home. There were many hugs, exchanges of promises for owl post, and Adrian Hornsby trying to take home one of the spare Snitches, which he thought was a real gameplay ball.
Evening: Counselors spent the afternoon cleaning up the campgrounds, checking supplies for next week’s campers, and swimming in the creek.
Overall, a successful week of camp. We had a few incidents, but it seems like we got off easier than our Hogsmeade counterparts!
Signing off for the last time, Nigel Maud, Head Counselor
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down in the meadow
By SunshineScorpius
Summary: The meadow by his parent's house is Albus' favourite place to go. It's a place where he can escape the madness of his family and spend some alone time. Until there's another blonde-haired boy sitting in the spot he normally sits, feeding the ducklings he normally feeds. And a beautiful friendship begins to blossom.
There’s a meadow not far from his parents house, with a big lake and little ducks. With beautiful golden flowers so tall they touch his knees and tickle his ankles. He only visits when the sun is high in the sky, when the clouds have disappeared for a serene blue horizon. There’s always a smell of fresh grass and flowers, the pollen tickling his nose.
In his backpack are the crusts of bread for the ducks, taken from Lily Luna’s sandwiches, a book that he pretends to read but never does, and a sketchbook with pencils. A fully-charged music player, given to him by his grandpa, and some snacks for his journey made with love from his father.
Read more here :)
*sometime when they were out shopping*
Harry: Aunt Petunia I want this toy
Aunt Petunia: you always want things! I’m fucking broke okay?
Harry: yOu’Re WhAt NoW? bRoKe?
Harry: nah I can’t fuck with broke bitches
Aunt Petunia: is that right? And where the fuck are you gonna go?
Harry: I know my new foster family will buy me this toy
Harry: you know what?
Harry: *inhales*
Harry: *points at aunt petunia*
Harry: STRANGER DANGER