Aster lay on the hotel floor, curled up on his side. He figured he'd probably get spinal damage from that, but who cares. Suddenly, he heard a crash. Ugh. Uncle Vernon, aka Henry VIIIII, was up.
Aster quickly moved over to the safe. "Boy!" Vernon's voice tore through the room, and Aster froze. "Where's my breakfast?" Aster breathed out a sigh of relief. He'd already made the breakfast. "On the hotel counter, sir." Uncle Vernon grunted. Jeez, he was practically a Neanderthal.
A rap sounded on the hotel door. "Is there a...Mr Harry and Aster Potter here? Got about two hundred letters for them at the desk." Vernon's face boiled with rage. Surprisingly calm, he stated, "I'll take the little feckers."
"'Ight."
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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...
