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The one with the twins.
“Everyone’s a family friend, I don’t know if you realised this Al, but Dad did save the Wizarding race... which means most people are friends to our family, otherwise they’d be dead or in prison. Or Scorpius Malfoy.”
The one with the polyjuice potion.
My hair was sort of flying about haphazardly during the ‘in air’ time, and flopping back down stupidly when it was in her hands... I’d honestly never realised what a mess it was until I actually saw Jan playing with it.
The one with the Hogwarts Express.
Then I helped myself to as much food as I could to eradicate the disgusting yet distinctive taste of a chickens backside.
The one with the girlfriend troubles.
I gave up trying to understand the female race after that one argument (which apparently wasn’t an argument) when Jan had ended up yelling and Rose told me to keep my ‘oversized glasses-perch out of her business’ then they’d had a slight cat fight.
The one with the tattoo.
“I can’t think of a member of our family who isn’t going to murder you."
The one with the bras.
...Just in case someone walked in and found me sitting there, noming on a treacle tart with only a bra for company.
The one with the valentine’s day.
I have more complimentary words for Janet Harper than my brother has in his vocabulary.
The one with the emotions.
“I don’t know where to put my hands!”
The one with the magic wands.
James had used the blood coming from his head to draw a lightning bolt on his forehead. The sad thing was, this wasn't the first time.
The one with the hot summer
And people say romance is dead.
The one with the great big mess
“Early midlife crisis?” Jan suggested, burying herself in my shoulder again.
The one with the graduation I
“Hi Jan,” He said, nodding up to where I was knelt in only my boxers (and socks), with talcum powder all over my face, holding a singing tie and a brown suit jacket.
The one with the graduation II
“I’ve seen more romantic public toilets.”
The one with the grown up stuff
“Just because,” Jan said, pausing to cough into her arm, “you’re a great big woman who can’t hand a,” Jan sneezed, “little cold, doesn’t mean I’m going to succumb to you levels of wuss.”
The one with the ending
And I missed him.
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