𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬 ─ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝒙 𝒐𝒄

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑰𝑰𝑰)

My darlings, you must see where this is heading, right? I want you to hate and fall in love along with the story. But most importantly, I want you to relish the playful times and the joy, because they won't last long.

The wizarding world officially enters a war in 1970. From then on, things start to get tense, and after the 'blip' moment, everything gets even worse. When we return to the present from our starting point, there's still plenty of anguish. So enjoy the mischief while you can.

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Right before I close my eyes

The only thing that's on my mind

Been dreamin' that you feel it too

I wonder what it's like to be loved by
you I wonder if I'm being real

Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ─ Shawn Mendes

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𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖

I woke on Saturday morning, elated to find the pain that had plagued me gone. My ribs, arm, and hand had healed. Uncontained joy overtook me, and I began jumping on the bed, much to the great dismay of Narcissa, whose canopy was adjacent to mine.

"What the hell, Potter?! Go back to sleep!" She exclaimed, yanking one of her heavy emerald-green curtains closed.

Her eyes sparked as if they could kill me with a mere glance. But I simply stuck out my tongue and kept bouncing until I was breathless.

"I'm healed! Truly I am!"

"Yes, I can see, you ninny," she grumbled, her sour mood doing nothing to dampen my spirits. I leapt from the bed, my bare feet hitting the chilly dormitory floor. I pranced about, opening my trunk and tossing various items onto the bed as I searched for a specific pair of clothes.

The house-elves would surely be cross about my mess, but I couldn't care less. When I finally found a brand-new pair of socks I had received last Christmas from Uncle Daller Greengrass, Mum's brother, I smiled, pleased.

I scooped up the socks, inspecting them in the dim light provided by the fireplace facing the four beds, and satisfied with the quality. I approached Narcissa's canopy and flung the socks at her.

My aim was just to toss the socks, but I was immensely pleased when one smacked Narcissa right in the face. She was livid, scowling at me. Nearly shouting, barely containing herself so as not to wake the other two girls.

"What in blazes does this mean?" She growled, throwing one of the socks to the floor.

"You're free."

"What?"

"You're free. I release you. It's less than a week till the end-of-year holidays. As per our deal, after a month of servitude, you are now a free elf."

I had to duck as, enraged, Narcissa grabbed a flower vase beside her bed and hurled it at me.