The Mating (Drarry)

Chapter 1: Inheritance

Author's note: Hey there! I am so glad you chose my story!

I am going to be honest with you, i am really nervous about this, because, originally, i didn't intend on writing anything online, let alone on wattpad, i usually keep everything i do to myself and never show anyone, not even friends and family, i only read other people's work so this is all new to me. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes and feel free to tell me about them, i will change anything that you request, if i see fit. I don't want this to be an author-reader kind of thing, i want to bond with you and maybe we can become friends! (if you want to that is) i really want feedback, whether good or bad that is completely up to you but it gives me enough motivation to keep going and not just give up the story and be done with it...

this a more...modern story if i do say so myself. they've got smart phones, tvs, cinemas, they even know what McDonalds is! anyways, harry is still famous af and is most likely recognized in the streets (like billie eilish :p)

yeah i really need to shut up, on with the story!

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There will be swearing

It was the night of Harry's 18th birthday and he was both excited and nervous at the same time, he was going to invite all his friends and family over! He decided to make it two days after his birthday so he could prepare everything, and he would send them owls the second the house was...in a better state than it is now.

harry had moved into grimmauld place after his graduation, he had spent the first month of his new found freedom with the weasleys, who welcomed him with open arms,but after that he felt like he needed to get his own place and decided(admittedly with some difficulty) to move into grimmauld place. he never went to most of the house, only the room he and Ron shared while they were here last time, the kitchen, and occasionally the living room. it brought back too many unwelcome memories that he really didn't want to face. he knew he was being a coward but he just couldn't. he entered the tapestry room once when he wasn't concentrating, humming a soft tune to himself and had just came back from going grocery shopping, and once he realized where he was, he broke down and couldn't stop crying(he was weeping but he would never admit that) for three solid hours.

He had already received early presents from everyone outside Britain, meaning charlie (who got him a cover of the Romanian quidditch team, he put it up in his room), bill (who got him a traditional muggle Egyptian dish, he still didn't know how it arrived by owl over seas but still remained fresh, that tasted heavenly) or Fleur (who got him a french perfume of hers that smelt wonderful). He had wanted to wait until his birthday to open them with the rest of his presents but his curiosity got the best of him and he teared open the wrappers.

He is currently sitting on his bed(jumping a bit) looking at the grand father clock on the wall, waiting impatiently for it to hit twelve and declare his first birthday officially away from the dursleys. come on come on come on come on!!!

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The second it hit twelve, harry screamed. Not from excitement as one would expect, though no one would expect the great harry potter to scream in excitement for his 18th birthday, but from pain. unbearable pain. It started all at once and now he doesn't want anything more than to stop it. It feels like he's been crucio'd but 10x worse, this is agony. All his body was on fire and he fell from the bed. This continued for a few minutes until he passed out from the pain.