Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter wakes up in his cupboard under the stairs at number four, Privet Drive with no memory of the past five years of his life. What happened to his memory? What do his strange dreams mean? And most importantly, how will he survive in a school for incurably criminal boys? This is primarily a mystery, with a bit of shippiness thrown in here and there. Of course, if I told you WHO is involved in the shippiness, that would ruin part of the mystery, wouldn't it? This story takes place immediately after OotP (and thus disregards HBP). THIS IS NOT MINE. I JUST DECIDED TO CREATE A COPY OF IT FOR WATTPAD BECAUSE IT IS FROM A DIFFERENT SITE. ALL CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR.

once upon a time there was a hyper disney fangirl who called her friend, only to end up talking to a cynical world famous singer named lewis instead. rankings: short story 1 humor 1

Recently getting a new cell number Harlow kept receiving a call from a number she didn't recognize. Tired of them calling late at night she called the number back to demand that they stop calling but she was taken back by their response. ** This is a MOSTLY DIALOGUE book **