The summer of 1996 was a fever dream. The idyllic masterpiece blanketed them from the war, clouding them in a sea of warmth and happiness. For a while there was nothing but him and her. Every morning they found themselves in each other's presence; walking, talking, laughing. For a moment they could simply be themselves. Lyra James was no longer The Seer. Harry Potter was not The Boy Who Lives. They were just a boy and a girl with one last summer. harry potter x fem!oc friends to lovers SUMMER OF '96. cover by me
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