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I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Mists of Avalon Pt. 1
Story: Kim West
Editing: Autumn Winters
It was a dark and stormy night. Evil filled the night air, making even the bravest of men think twice about venturing forth into its depths. Vile magic brewed up this billowing
After the epilogue, part 2.Hey, Albus!After the epilogue, part 2. in Fan Fiction More Like This
His name was accompanied by a raucous laugh Albus knew well to be James. He whipped around and saw his brother running towards him, Rose and Victoire in tow.
Albus smiled to see his cousin Victoire; she was probably the prettiest person hed ever seen, even prettier than her mother. She had long, almost waist-length strawberry blond hair and eternally rosy cheeks. She had a Ravenclaw scarf wrapped tightly about her neck.
Rose had one hand on her hip and exploded, How could you be hanging out with a Malfoy? Have you gone insane?
I think your fathers brainwashing has gone too far, Rosie. Albus looked solemn. And not too loud hes not too far ahead of us.
James chuckled. Well, little bro, I dont care who you hang out with personally, but keep an eye out for those thestrals. I cant be seen with first years so I cant stick around and beat them off for you. Albus
After the epilogue, part 1.It was all he could do to stop his hands from shaking as he gingerly stepped into the empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. No matter what his father had said, his brothers words still haunted him, and Albus Severus Potter wanted nothing more than to run back into Ginnys arms and go back home. Make Lily take his place on the train. Shed love that.After the epilogue, part 1. in Fan Fiction More Like This
But before he could come to a conclusive decision, the compartment door slammed open again and a boy with longish white-blond hair scrambled in, shutting it quickly behind him.
They stood for a moment in near-silence: the newcomer, who was panting visibly, and Albus, who merely gaped.
Oi! Potter, is it? You look exactly like your old dad! the boy smiled cheerfully, and Albus could see that he had a slightly pointed face, which could have made him look very haughty if it wasnt accompanied by a dazzling white grin.
And you are ? Albus searched the other boys features, and in moment