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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.
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Harry Potter. McGonagall's voice resounded after James Peterson had been sorted into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat.
Immediately, all the conversations stopped and a heavy silence took over the entire castle, Harry swallowed and didn't know what to do in the face of the suddenattention he was receiving. Fortunately, he regained his senses when his friend Lucas pushed him in the back. He then noticed the astonished look of Ginny Weasley and his nervousness was replaced by a furious urge to laugh.
Now that he managed to ignore the crowd's reaction, he headed towards the Sorting Hat in a relaxed manner. Indeed, personally, he didn't care much about which house he would be in. Since Jenny Nott had been sent to Slytherin, he hoped that he and Lucas would be sent there as well. After all, Lupin often said he would make a good Slytherin.
Once seated on the stool in front of the professors' table, McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
Hmm! Yes, very interesting. Slytherin, huh? You do indeed possess many qualities valued by Salazar, but you have too little ambition for this house. No, your greatest quality is the loyalty you show to those close to you, for you, it's better: HUFFLEPUFF
Harry removed the Sorting Hat and headed towards the Badger table, which welcomed him with whistles and applause. Students moved aside to make room for him in the center of the table. As soon as he was seated, his neighbor asked him:
Are you the real Harry Potter?