I'm back, but not really, i'm still burning out BUT!
New crossover idea (that I will definitely write and publish one day)!
Harry potter x LOTCF, anyone :3? my lotcf is rusty, and harry potter is still pretty new to me as I'm only getting into it BUT I'll try my best...
"Truly, if you’d have told this to Cale Henituse merely a moment ago, he would have sneered in your face and called you a liar. How dare you smack him in the face with such blatant lies? As one would. As a Trash would.
Yet, now as he is in the form of his own 10 year old self, dizzy and baring a headache far too strong for his liking, he cannot help but recollect the events that happened prior to this…
He was 42 years old, laying down on the warzone, breathing heavily as he attempted to let his eyes stay as open as they were. But it was hardly, simply, due to the multitude of corpses laying beside, on and under him. The battlezone reeked of blood, and he could probably breathe it in if he wanted to. It was as crimson red as his own hair, which had grown over the years, and he had let it grow to his shoulder blades.
He looked at White Star, his eyes bloodshot and tired but still trying to hold on despite the fact he knew he was bleeding out terribly, who was smirking as if he had just found gold in a trasure chest. Completely ignoring the corpses and destruction he caused.
There was obvious pride in the man. The fact he had won, won a battle that had taken 20 years for both sides even as it was obvious who would have won.
Certainly not him. Certainly not Cale Henituse who just got him by grief once again. Remembering the time when his family had died, his mother when he was eight, at the start of the war with his father, stepmother and siblings.
He couldn’t forgive himself for not protecting them. "
Starting paragraphs ehe...
