𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬 ─ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝒙 𝒐𝒄

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

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Babies, I'm so excited!

I've been planning this chapter for ages, and it's crucial for you to grasp where this story's heading!

It's got more than one illustration, but they're not quite ready yet. I'm sorting everything out, and then I'll pop back to share them here, just like I did in the others chapters.

(I'll leave a note on my message board, so make sure you're following me to see it, or you can simply come back and look.)

I'm positively thrilled, hope you enjoy. Happy reading, kisses!

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We've been living on a fault line

And for a while, you were all mine

I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart

I swear that I'll be yours forever

'Til forever falls apart'

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ─ Ashe, FINNEAS

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My eyes snapped open precisely at six in the morning. There was no fluttering of eyelashes, no gentle wink toward consciousness.

The awakening was mechanical.
A creepy flicker of eyelids.

6:00, the clock in my face proclaimed, the first thing I saw.

It was a different sensation.

Rarely have I awakened at such an early hour without Harry or Andromeda dragging me out of bed by the leg while I screamed and thrashed in absolute misery, lamenting the loss of my warm, soft pillow.

The sun was already bursting through the heavy curtains by the time I finally decided to sit up. Andromeda was still breathing heavily in deep slumber beside me. So I rose slowly as not to disturb her and made my way to the ensuite bathroom.

Bare feet against the cold floor sent a shiver down my spine. I muttered curses under my breath the whole way to the bathroom sink.

The first thing I did was splash cold water on my face to see if it would chase away the sleep. I've never been a morning person, and every time I woke up, the only thing on my mind was being able to go back to sleep.

When I raised my eyes to confront my reflection, I smiled at myself. My cheek was creased, and my hair was a mess.

Moments like these made it clear why I'm a Potter. The black hair sprawled wildly and untidily in all directions.

Modestly, a sexy mess. And I know it.

I seized the tranquility to take a quick shower, and as soon as I finished, I headed straight for the kitchen in search of coffee.

That's what I needed: fuel.

The house-elves were already bustling in the kitchen. You could hear the noise all the way from the stairs.

They were preparing breakfast.

Slamming wooden cupboards (rump-tump!), rattling tin and glass containers with sharp magical popping sounds (ging-ring!), dragging and selecting an array of metal pots and cast-iron pans (rush-shush!).