Harry lazily kicked the sand of the Quidditch pitch as he stared resolutely at the night sky, wishing more than anything that it had been him. Why couldn't it have been him? He wondered with no small ounce of humor if he would ask himself that question forever.
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Set during the summer after Harry's fourth year. The Triwizard Tournament happened, and Harry is not coping with...well anything. But leave it to a certain Potions Master to help him (against his will, mind you). With a new found trust in the man he'd once hated, a plotting headmaster, pressure from the newly found Order, and struggling relationships with his two best friends, will the boy survive the summer?
Title is based off of the song Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by the Bleachers. This song has kind of the inspiration for my writing so far, so I recommend giving it a listen!
Rated mature only for some of the topics (i.e., eating disorders, abuse, and self-harm/suicidal tendencies). Please read at your own risk!
All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
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WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into detailed writing, please either leave or skip scenes. Please don't leave comments regarding my very detailed writing.
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