Oliver Potter knows nothing about his famous literary counterpart; only that he has round glasses, a lightning bolt scar, and he's always fighting some guy called Flaldemart. Or something.
Otherwise? He's clueless.
But when Kate serves him coffee, and he accidentally lets slip not just his surname, but his cluelessness about everything Potter, she's determined to face up to a challenge even the bravest Gryffindor would shrink from - teach Oliver Potter everything she knows about the Wizarding World.
[I'M REALLY SORRY THIS IS ON HOLD TIL I CAN GET PAST MY WRITER'S BLOCK FOR IT SO I'LL PROBABLY START WRITING AGAIN IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS I KNOW I SUCK I'M SORRY AGAIN meanwhile thank you for reading i love you]