Harry is a dementor, and has been for a few years. Now the only question we can reasonably ask in this situation: Are dementors allowed at Hogwarts?
“Not traditionally no,” Dumbledore says, “But I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Excerpt from 'Mushrooms outside the Mycelium' a journal (found in an outshoot of the Wonderland Mycelium crossing from Overijssel into Groningen) detailing the fungi in the Netherlands suspected to have separated themselves from the Wonderland Mycelium. Author unknown.
12 — Leash Cap
Highly dangerous. Mobile.
There were rumours that a witch lived here. Where the tree-lined path merged with the forest. Rumour had it that this witch would help you out if you asked nicely. Well- her co-workers had said it with a bit more scorn in their voices, but ever since she overheard she hadn’t been able to put it out of her mind.
This was it, this was the moment Fabian’s life would change forever. He’d worked towards this moment for years, and finally it was here. He slowly lifted his envelope to the application box, savouring every second of this momentous occasion. The moment he applied for an actual space mission. The moment his dream of seeing extra-terrestrial plants would become reality.
Josina seeks advice from a colleague.
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Josina leaned over to see the page. ‘Mothman’, ‘The Loch Ness Monster’, and biggest, in the middle of the page, ‘Unicorns! What don’t they want us to know?’
“Oh dear.”
Renee grabbed his phone and noted a few things down in coded shorthand, all the while keeping an eye on the severs’ movements over the top of the screen. After a three hour journey, he could finally sit down to eat, but still no relaxation was to be had.
It would be more than a decade after they saw a magical party down the street and discovered their daughter was a witch that the Hargraves would encounter another magical so close to home.
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Josina Hagmeule is excited to invite Alice Hargrave to the Hedgewitches Academy, but things don't go as planned.
Stories from the countryside, presented by Derek Nacre.
A fast talking farmer tells Derek about his neighbour John's increasing collection of beehives, and what this collecting lead up to.
No, I won’t stop you, I couldn’t if I wanted to. I know how you Cryptid researchers work. You’ll just find a way around, you always do. Can’t see when a line of tape is for your own safety and not just there for shits and giggles.
Both of them jumped when a loud bang followed by a cheer came from the pub further down the street.
“A little early for a party,” Lewis commented as he craned his neck to get a better look outside. What he saw nearly had him drop Alice out of his arms. “Look at them!” When Adalynn joined him, her spatula clattered to the floor.
“Holy shit…” she whispered.
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A short vaguely inspired by the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone