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Welcome, to another chapter of "The Last Rider", Hope you peeps enjoyed Chapter 12.
I'd like to say that the writing style will be the same as the previous chapter, in case you were wondering.
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Before we begin, I would like to ask for anyone reading this chapter to go to one of my other stories called "The Last Son Of Two Worlds". To vote for a COVER IMAGE, please? I do appreciate it when you vote for the page, but I'd greatly appreciate if you would vote FOR and ON the COVER IMAGES I gave, for you to decide.
I don't want for that Vote chapter to end up like this one's, a complete mission failure.
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Without any further a due, let's begin, shall we?
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Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone
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Where we left off:
"I'm proud of you. Reminds me of a time, when I was a young lad like you-" Before Hagrid could say anything else, Y/n threw his arms up. "No, No! I don't want to hear it. La-La-La-La-La!" he covers his ears, and runs back to the school while Hagrid laughs behind him.
It was now Christmas morning, Ron wakes Harry up by screaming. Hurrying him to come downstairs, the dark haired boy places his glasses on his nose and ran to the Common Room.
As he stopped at the top, Ron and a strumming Y/n wished Harry a 'Happy Christmas'. Harry gladly responded back, before realizing their attire. "What are you two wearing?" The two boys look down at the sweaters they wore.
"My mum made them" Ron said proudly, obviously a momma's boy. Y/n looked down at the (f/c) sweater with his first initial Mrs. Weasley made for him, 'How did his mom know this was my favorite color?' As if it couldn't get weirder there was a small skull with three small flames above it stitched on his left pec, Y/n raised an eyebrow.
'What the hell does that mean?' Before he could question, Ron interrupted. "There's one for you too!" He said excitingly, pointing behind him.
Harry's eyes widen slightly as he starts to tear up, "I-I've got presents?" his voice quivered for a second. "Yeah!" Ron exclaimed, ignoring his friend's actions. However, Y/n looked at Harry with a sympathetic and relatable look in his expression.
'Damn man, he's got some serious issues. I feel bad for him.' He thought before putting his guitar down and getting up from the sofa.
Harry ran down the staircase to see his presents, seeing one with a note on it. "Your father left this to me when he died, it's about time it was returned to its owner. Use it well." He reads out loud, he looks back at the two other boys who shrugged in response. Harry opens it up to pull out a blanket-like object, and puts it on without thinking.
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