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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Hey Dad...you're a nut job. I rolled my eyes and poured my cereal into a bowl. |
2,045 | 4 |
| 2 |
Hey Dad...thanks. The steam engine gleamed a familiar scarlet and I drew a deep breath. Al squeezed my hand and I knew he could feel the same elation. |
3,089 | 3 |
| 3 |
Hey Dad...Thanks for nothing. “Yes ma’am…” I winced and turned back to breakfast, “Sheesh, it’s not like I’m the only one who’s ever been caught in the woods.” |
3,352 | 7 |
| 4 |
Hey Dad...can I grow a mustache? “Where did my mustache go?” I asked and suddenly, they all started laughing. |
2,732 | 5 |
| 5 |
Hey Dad...I solemnly swear I was not involved in the portable swamp incident I was still trying to wipe the beads of Prissy-Breath off the back of my neck and so I did not notice until I was right up at the desk that not only was Rose nowhere to be seen, but a tall and slender boy with pale features and even paler hair was bent over the table, pouring through Rose’s carefully collected references. |
3,142 | 2 |
| 6 |
Hey Dad...That Was Delicious. The class was silent. I glanced at my peers and found their intense attention startling. Never had I seen then so transfixed by a lesson. Even many of our Slytherin counterparts were intent. Dad turned around. |
3,470 | 0 |
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