paperbark

Sad news, my most recent working document for When We Wake is refusing to open - I've tried every Word hack to try fix it... but nothing has worked (it appears to be 'corrupted') so please bear with me, I'll have to start writing some chapters from scratch and there will be delays :(

momosmoonlight

hey hello!!! this is so random but i just logged back into my wattpad acc, i was scrolling thru my convos and saw your message that thanked me for commenting on ur story. i just wanted to say i hope you've been well! seeing ur message made my face light up with such joy, i hope you're still bringing joy to people on here. you're incredible at what you do. brb gonna go reread ur fic!!! much love <3

paperbark

@momosmoonlight thank you for the kind words and a nostalgic reminder :) enjoy another round !
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paperbark

Sad news, my most recent working document for When We Wake is refusing to open - I've tried every Word hack to try fix it... but nothing has worked (it appears to be 'corrupted') so please bear with me, I'll have to start writing some chapters from scratch and there will be delays :(

paperbark

Hallo all,
          
          I'm so happy to announce that I am working on a new Harry Potter fanfiction writing project.
          
          It is titled "When We Wake" and is a work in progress, so there is no official release date but I will be posting snippets and sneak peaks along the way that you can hopefully look forward to! You'll find the first snippet below:
          
          • SNIPPET ONE OF "WHEN WE WAKE" •
          
          He gave her a long searching look, his grey eyes critical and voice surprisingly soft. “If you go in there Granger, you won’t come out.”
          
          Hermione tried not to gulp, there was an uncomfortable knot in her throat. Instead she looked away from him, averting her gaze to focus on the texture of the wall behind his right shoulder. “I know.”
          
          “And you’re willing to do that? Die for the Order?” Asked Draco sharply, the words were like a slice of a sword. She might have flinched before the war, if he’d used the tone he was using now, but she just shrugged dully, a helpless gesture that said she didn’t care. He’d cut her with the truth and she didn’t care enough to notice the pain.
          
          “Its either that or die for being me.” Said Hermione tonelessly thinking back to Ron’s words that day in the muggle café, the way he’d looked, blue eyes pitying and expression regretful: You’re not supposed to exist.
          
          She was wearing the same empty expression she had when he’d cornered her in that alley way, as though she was beyond thinking of consequences, as if she didn’t care what happened to her. “Is it worth it?” Draco’s voice was a whisper in the room, mild and pointed, a quiet echo against the walls.
          
          She handed him his wand from the bag, as if it said everything, her brown eyes flicking up towards his, resigned and dark. “It’ll have to be.”