Drabbles - A Harmony Story

Plot 24♡

Hey folks! I've been thinking of another new plot long time. Unfortunately, there'll be no Harmony ship. Hermione will be not involved with Harry Potter as he never attends Hogwarts since his neglectful family had completely forgotten his existence due to his famous twin brother and another new addition (four siblings) over years. So he wasn't aware that he is magical until he find out from the old grumpy witch when he was eighteen.

Harry Potter x The Chronicles of Narnia

Harry x Lucy

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On August 30 1998 Harry Potter just turned eighteen, is currently packing his clothes, essentials, and books in the two large trunks in his medium-sized bedroom that was the previous guest room when he was abandoned by his so-called parents or so he was told by his widowed aunt Petunia.

Harry remembered at that time Vernon had a fatal heart attack and he collapsed dead in front of him when he was about to hit him. He was near three. Harry was greatly frightened and wailed that it is not him. He reiterated these words. Petunia had an epiphany—Harry is just a child! He shouldn't be blamed; She should be blamed! She dropped to her knees and hugged her nephew. He flinched and tremble uncontrollably. This verified her epiphany once again—a child is very afraid of her, and she is an adult. She cried with remorse and apologized repeatedly.

Petunia began to treat her nephew kindly. She started to send him to the child abuse therapist. She had an appointment with the doctor to check on her nephew to ensure his growth properly.

Harry and Petunia got along well, as his fear of her began to lessen over years. As for Dudley is changing a bit but he took after his late father. He is chubby and loves to be cruel to the people he dislikes. Yes, he did change a bit when come to the family. He values the family and love above regardless of the circumstances.

Harry sighed once he shuts his last trunk. He got up and looks around his bare room. Nearly silent knocks on the frame make his head turn to look at his aunt who is smiling with tears in her grey-green eyes. She walked in and hugged him. This time, he didn't flinch or tremble uncontrollably.

"I'll miss you, Harkins."

He smiles onto his aunt's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her back.

"Don't worry, Aunty Petunia. I will write you a letter twice or thrice a month," he grinned. "They said I could visit you during the holidays."

"Oho, if so, that's good." She released her nephew—really look at him—sighed happily.

Harry truly prospered into such a handsome young man. He stands towering over Vernon and Dudley—his height is 182.9cm(6'0"). It was all thanks to prescribed vitamins, more food to get into his little tummy, and her encouraging him to work out a bit in the park regularly. He grew out his beard, though not too extensive. His typical messy hair resembles the swept hairstyle which she seen in her subscribed magazine on male celebrities.

"You've grown up, Harkins. Let us take these trunks to your car. You shouldn't miss your college convocation tonight!"

"Okay, Aunty."

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In December 1999 Harry introduced his new girlfriend Lucy Pevensie to Petunia, Dudley, and his two-year girlfriend Jessica. He didn't mad at his aunt for keeping a 'wizard' secret from him since she thought he is somehow squib or so she had heard it from her idiotic sister many years ago. She explained how he never get a Hogwarts letter, normally she assumed.

Just a year ago, the small old library stood quietly outside the dormitory building he lives in and saw occasionally while he was busy between assignments, projects, and discussions with his group. He thought it was bizarre that no one saw this distinctive building which is in the middle of the spacious yard yet the people walking around it, never enter it.

When he completed his assignments on the free weekend, he decided to go to check out the old library.

From there, he met an old grumpy woman who glowered at him, asking him what he likes to book from her magic library. He was astonished at the word: magic even though he distinctly remembered his late uncle abhors a very word with his body and heart: magic. He then asked her what is magic. Somehow and somewhat, the old anxieties pop out of nowhere. He stares tensely at her; perhaps how she reacts in a negative way like his late uncle did even though he barely remember him except for a word of magic and large pudgy hands. An old woman's scowling expression generally softened as she noticed his tense shoulders. She comprehended with shocked eyes and quickly stood with a stick in her hand. She reduced the distance between them with a couple of steps, and shove a stick in his hand.

"You are not a squib," She earnestly remarked. "How can it possibly you are not knowing a wizarding world? How can it be possible? Lad, this is my wand, it will test you whether you are a wizard or not. When you enter the meditation and try to sense heat inside your belly and visualize it as a light and then force it into this wand. Say Lumos!"

Harry blinked when his lips were brushed before he saw Lucy smiling amusedly.

"You went off again."

"Ah, sorry."

"Typical of you. That's why I love the part of you." She giggled and kissed him again.

Harry is indeed a wizard...

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