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Summary:
Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022
And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?
Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus
But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.
Final kid nonsense
Harry and Dudley breathed a sigh of relief. They had justmeet Dylan at the entrance of Knockturn Alley.
Harry and Dudley were having fun with the creatures in the magical pet shop when they realized Dylan had disappeared. They had been really careful. Harry panicked when he saw he was missing. In his head, he imagined all sorts of scenarios ranging from finding his friend mutilated by a dark lord to transformed into a slug after eating a candy.
Determined not to lose Dudley as well, he firmly grabbed his hand and ran around asking all the wizards present if they had seen a boy their age with blond hair and a Manchester United-colored t-shirt.
Fortunately, they eventually found him near Knockturn Alley. Harry reached out his hand and exclaimed:
But where were you? Come on, let's go! We're out of here.
But instead of grabbing his hand, he placed a stone in it. Harry then felt a hook seize him by the navel, and everything became blurry around him. Panicked, he didn't notice that he was now squeezing his cousin's hand to the point of hurting him. Finally, the world stopped spinning, but his relief was short-lived because his scar immediately began to burn. His cousin asked in a worried voice:
Harry, where are we? What happened? What are all these graves?
Harry would have liked to answer him, but the pain in his scar was too strong for him to even think of a response.
He heard a dreadful voice scream:
Kill the other.
A flash of green color streaked in their direction and hit Dudley full on.