❝ 𝘽𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. ❞
Calysta Potter had it all; the looks, the fame, the brain, the popularity... And so did Draco Malfoy. When you combine two o...
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There was another knock.
Holy Hell, Calysta thought. Who on earth could be outside in this storm?
Dudley sat up, wide awake. "Where's the cannon?" he asked stupidly.
Calysta held in a snort. "That's knocking."
"Oh."
There was a loud crash as Uncle Vernon came in, holding a large rifle between his large arms. It was then that Cal knew it was the strange package he was holding earlier in the day.
"Who's there?" he bellowed, his mustache wiggling as his expressions contorted. "I warn you- I'm armed."
There was a pause, before the door came smashing down, landing straight at Calysta's feet, a faint cloud of dust puffed on the floor.
She looked at the doorframe, her jaw dropping, her eyes widening. In place of the door was the hugest, hairiest man she'd ever seen.
His face was hidden by a mane of hair all around his face, and his hands were the size of dustbin-lids. His eyes could be seen under all the hair, and they glinted in the light like black beetles.
He squeezed himself through the door, bending his head low to pass underneath the doorframe. With a single hand, he picked up the door and fitted it back into it's place. Calysta's mouth opened wide in disbelief.
He strode over to the sofa, where Dudley had perched his fat bottom. "Budge up yeh great lump," he commented, his voice a miniature thunderstorm.
Dudley fell off in shock, and he crawled away as far as he could from the stranger. "And bless my soul," he commented, a smile worming its way onto his face. "Here's Harry and Calysta."
Calysta looked up to his face, once she'd gotten over the shock that she'd seen a giant. His expression was gentle, and he held his huge hand up to her.
In all her life, she'd never been spoken to like this, like someone wanted her, like she was valued. Her face breaking into a huge toothy grin, she placed her tiny palm in his.
He was surprisingly warm.
"Las' time I saw the pair of you was when you were babies," he remarked, his accent thick and heavy. "Yeh look a lot like yer dad but yeh've got yer mum's eyes," he pointed at Harry.
Calysta's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her parents. Nobody seemed to mention them at all. She already trusted him completely.
"And yeh, yeh look a bit like yer mum, but you resemble yer dad's—"
He was interrupted by Uncle Vernon's guttural growl. "I demand that you leave at once," he commanded. "You are breaking and entering."
