Supple Wych

Two rotten boys. A wych elm tree. A rotting enigma.
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When a late nightfall initiates an improbable encounter, two boys find themselves too similar for comfort.
Harry Potter, an unstable boy comforted only by his stories, finds himself being harassed by something bigger, deeper. Something wicked.
And as a boy who he was sworn to hate emerges from the thicket, the pair conjure a temporary truce to battle the thing that smells of rot.
As secrets are uncovered, and the mysterious being becomes immensely potent, the line of hatred begins to blur.
But can they fix themselves before the being catches up? Did they even need to be fixed?
Only the decaying forest would beckon.
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Drarry FanFiction