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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.

Quidditch training

Author's note: I have great news to announce. I have finally been able to resolve a problem that was greatly affecting the quality of my publication. I was able to replace the kittens with baby seals. Rest assured, all risk of shortage is now averted.And otherwise, Miss-Gotthelf-Snape corrected this fanfic in record time and you can now read it in a 4k, 60fps version and all without spelling mistakes (satisfied or refunded).

Editor's note: We no longer touch baby animals, otherwise I'll drown you in adult mountain troll snot and rinse your corpse in bundimun dung.

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Hey, the black cat! I hope you're in good shape for this afternoon. Cédric called out.

What!? exclaimed Harry with a look of total incomprehension.

He put down the wizard gazette where a large photo of Lockhart was spread on the front page. It was the fifth article that this Rita Skeeter had written about the novelist since the Hogwarts Express incident. She was taking advantage of some inconsistencies in his novels and completely crazy witnesses she found who knows where, to accuse him of all sorts of wrongdoings. They were novels. Obviously, it wasn't an exact account of events. But that didn't mean he had appropriated the exploits of others or that he had a hidden daughter in Romania whom he had never wanted to acknowledge paternity of, or that he had sent several of his detractors to an asylum.

Cédric rolled his eyes

Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm your mother. The tryouts to join the Quidditch team are this afternoon. Yet I put up posters all over the common room.

Oh! I'm not participating.

Excuse me! No, are you kidding? What is this, a ploy to make us beg?

No, I'm not coming, that's all.

No, but it's ridiculous. You love flying. And what's more, you're really talented. I thought you dreamed of joining the Quidditch team since your first flying lesson?

Yes, but I have other things to do now.

What then? Cédric began to get annoyed. Since the beginning of the year, you've been spending your time studying. Listen, I understand that it must have been hard last year and that you don't necessarily want to forgive them for the way they treated you.I myself would have a hard time. But you can't spend your life alone. And I guarantee that I wouldn't take anyone stupid enough to have believed that you were the heir. Unless he manages to stop 100% of the shots during the qualifications.

Harry hesitated. It was true that he was getting tired of spending his time studying and that Nott's company was very limited. But he didn't want to be the center of attention again. And then he had this irrational fear that those he got close to would be attacked. It was like a whisper in his head since he had saved Ginny from the chamber. Or perhaps another consequence of his brief flirtation with dark magic. Despite his Occlumency lessons, he always felt that the thing that had driven him to kill Malfoy was still inside him, just waiting for an opportunity to take control.

In response to his hesitation, Cédric added:

Come on, it's my first year as captain, so there's no way we're finishing last this year. I need the best. You can't abandon me after everything I've done for you.

Harry smiled.

I thought I was only good for being a catcher and that it was your position.

Yes, but I am also a very good chaser and we really lack good players.

During the trials, Harry caught the Golden Snitch twice as fast as his best competitor while using one of the old school brooms and thus easily made it onto the team as a Seeker. But upon seeing the rest of the trials, Harry wondered if it was he who was talented or if the Hufflepuffs were just bad. Apart from him and Cedric, there weren't really any other good players. But Cedric was so talented that he more than made up for it. Unfortunately, even with a Gryffindor team missing its two best Beaters, Harry thought there was little chance that Hufflepuff would win the cup this year.

But that did not seem to dampen Cedric's optimism as he gave them their training schedule with a smile that Harry immediately deemed sadistic. Certainly, last year, the Hufflepuff had proven to him on numerous occasions to be completely incapable of sadism, but only a particularly vicious executioner could have concocted such an intensive training program. In any case, that's what he thought until he apologized for there being so few training sessions, explaining that the Gryffindors and Slytherins had taken advantage of his inexperience to book most of the available slots for their own training.

But what had he gotten himself into?

Two weeks later he collapsed onto a chair next to Nott, completely exhausted from all his training. Despite everything, Cedric had been right. Being part of a team again was doing him good. He felt that latent anger inside him less and less, and now he hoped to see it completely disappear.