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I really hope this protagonist isn't a self-insert, because dear God he's one of the dumbest people I've ever seen.
Two strangers who look like fictional characters show up in his home through preternatural means, and they tell him that he should abandon his family and move permanently to a...
The Matron
Night.
Saturday, Sept. 14
Poppy Pomfrey generally liked her job, stressful as it could sometimes be. Children could be quite... dumb, you see, and in the twenty-four years that the witch had worked at Hogwarts, she had become all too familiar with that headache-inducing (and...
Huh, this thread was actually complained to a different forum. Have to admit I'm kinda impressed.
Let this be the last that anyone speaks of it though, because I think I've been more than cordial about the whole thing.
A/N: guess I finished the newest chapter much sooner than I thought I would.
That Afternoon.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I’m hungry,” Harry said a few minutes later, and the boy’s words caused Hermione to realise that she was hungry too.
Quite so, in fact. Which, frankly, was only to be...
No, Hermione already said so some chapters back; you've probably just forgotten.
Between Phoenix tears and Madam Pomfrey working her magic, well, they came out of it physically unblemished.
Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I think we should do it,” Hermione said.
“I agree,” Harry said. “After all, let’s be honest, if we don’t, then she’s most likely just going to print whatever the hell she wants.”
“That she will,” Dumbledore agreed.
Hermione agreed too, but that didn’t mean...
Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“I know because Voldemort knew.”
Harry’s words elicited different reactions from the adult members of the room, Hermione noticed.
Madam Bones and Prof. McGonagall both looked confused at what he meant, while The Headmaster peered at the boy intently over his...
Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
Harry’s sniffles lasted barely a minute, and when he got them under control, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and gave Hermione a shaky smile.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Thanks.”
Prof. McGonagall looked like she wanted to say something to the boy, but, finally...
Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
“If you will come with me,” Prof. McGonagall said, and Hermione looked at Harry.
The boy shrugged; they’d both known this was coming, maybe not quite like this, but the point remained.
Looking back at Prof. McGonagall, Hermione nodded and spoke for the both of...
The Next Morning.
Sunday, Sept. 15
Hermione Granger woke from a restful, dreamless sleep, thanks to Madam Pomfrey’s potions, to find that she really needed to pee.
The eleven-year-old sat up on the narrow but comfortable infirmary bed she was on, and immediately looked to her left where...
On the 24th of July, 1991, many things changed. For the centaurs, it was The Song, for Harry Potter, it was his life as he knew it, and for Hedwig, it was her very being.
In a single moment, Hedwig had gone from a simple, if admittedly beautiful and intelligent, owl, to something else...
Evening.
Saturday, Sept. 14
To be a centaur is to never know silence. This is a simple truth of life.
The concept, in fact, is so alien to them that no centaur language has a word for it, because how can there be no sound when the stars are always singing?
How can there be... silence...
Saturday, Sept. 14
Peter Pettigrew was a sad, pathetic man.
He was a coward. A traitor. And undoubtedly, he deserved to burn in the deepest depths of hell.
Two things he wasn’t, however, were incompetent, and remorseful. For, you see, while Peter Pettigrew was unarguably the lowest form...
Evening.
Saturday, Sept 14
...“Dumbledore, we need you! Death Eaters have set fiendfyre to Hogsmeade!”
As soon as the message finished, the silver hawk disappeared, and The Great Hall rang with a silence that was reminiscent of the one that had welcomed Hermione and Harry not even ten...
Afternoon.
Saturday, Sept. 14
Tom Marvolo Riddle hated many things; a pesky mudblood who wouldn’t get out of his way when he had a baby to kill, chief among them.
Another thing Tom Riddle absolutely detested, was that nagging feeling you get in the back of your mind when there was...