Aster didn't remember leaving the basement and trekking upstairs. All he remembered was reaching the second floor full of nervousness. How does one hide a shoebox as brightly painted as his was?
He paused, glancing around, before walking to someplace he was forbidden to go. The attic.
——The Petunia angst has arrived! so sorry it's short, but service wasn't very good.
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The Other-A Harry Potter Fanfiction
FanfictionHi! This is my first fic in a while. If anyone seeing this doesn't mind commenting to remind me to update, please comment! // //This is an AU. Only a few characters belong to me.// //'Neither can live while the other survives.' The prophecy can be i...
