"Alternate Title: THE GUIDE TO SURVIVAL IN A FICTIONAL WORLD"
No one in 2020 would ever believe something, magical, extraordinary, right? But Nicolette, a fifteen year old girl who is drastically obsessed and in love with the Harry Potter franchise...
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE:𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 ▬▬▬❦▬▬▬
Before anything else, this book is almost two years old and seeing that I'm curious about what you have seen about our dear Nicolette for the past two years, I have a simple question to ask you, my dear readers!
QUESTION:
• How would you describe Nicolette's character? And what have you observed about her whole character?
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MARCH 24TH.
A huge jump of days, isn't it? Well, I wouldn't be able to get into much more detail about what happened for the past three months because it was repetitive.
I was glad to say our hideout was still fine and we were able to live in our 8 months of camping out the Forest of Dean. I barely even remember how it feels to sleep in a proper bed anymore. I just got used to the taste of bread, milk, roasted fish, some pork that we occasionally bought once a week since we didn't have enough money.
Thankfully, all five of us were still sane even after the loss of human interaction apart from us. I was basically tired of seeing their faces everyday but also will be reminded that we are in the matter of life and death.
After destroying one horcrux aka the locket, we were still keen on searching for the other ones. I knew very well that I know what and where exactly the others were, but like I said before, I'm not speeding up the story if it draws the possibility of me ruining everything even more.
Ruining one universe was enough (I am not proud of it), and despite my conscience reminding me everyday about what I did to my two best friends Loki and Sif from the other universe, I was still hoping I would see them and everyone else.
Like before, Draco and Harry took turns hunting for food, Ron, thankfully, now helps Hermione and I cook the food. Then the five of us had a cycle on who is the lookout for the day.
There were three horcruxes left, the cup, the diadem and Nagini (excluding Harry). I didn't know what to feel now that the battle is in two more months.
My anxiety and fear raised into a hundred percent, yet I still tried to keep calm for the sake of the smooth flow of our plans.
As if Ron was reading my mind about the countdown on the horcruxes, he spoke.
"Three horcruxes left," Ron spoke while he tapped the table in excitement. "We need a plan of action, come on! Where haven't we looked? Let's go through it again. The orphanage..."
