budding_writerx
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Sherlock Holmes does not believe in such fanciful things as magic. Not at all. Not until his eleventh birthday, when a crisp letter in green ink arrives through his kitchen window. Marauders Era. {I draft, I publish, it's a bit of a rush- but a fun one. I've no plan for a plot and just let it happen. If something doesn't make sense, please tell me.} (I'm devious and tossing in more fandoms. Like, a lot more fandoms. Just casually tossing in characters from basically all my fandoms. Heh.)
Cover is not mine! I just put some text on it in different fonts DX