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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
"I'm dreadful at potions and I have a hatred for James Sirius Potter." -Gwen Larson |
2,792 | 5 |
| 2 |
“So, which team were you on, Larson? The Drunken Pygmy Puffs or the Beards of Time?” -James Sirius Potter Sometimes I question my sanity. |
2,595 | 3 |
| 3 |
“Stella I was twelve years old at the time. That’s the age where you just want a boyfriend so you feel like a teenager.”-Gwen Larson “So Larson, I need a favor.” |
2,682 | 3 |
| 4 |
“Are you telling me to leave? You’re the one who followed me. Would someone go to a friend’s house, and at the end of the day tell them to leave? You leave!" -James Potter “I’ll have cheese,” I blurted. James eyed me strangely and I almost completely forgot about our argument. “Just… Sliced cheese. And crackers!” |
2,703 | 2 |
| 5 |
"Actually no- kill Luke Charter. Make sure he dies a painful death before reaching the Hospital Wing. Okay maybe not death, but at least give him a few bruises.” -Gwen Larson I gaped at her. Did my best friend just say I wasn’t a lamp? What kind of friend was she? What- did she think I was some kind of old worn out waxy candle? |
3,708 | 3 |
| 6 |
"Your hair's a mess." -James Potter We dealt with flesh-eating corn plants every day and I was scared of a lizard with no arms or legs? |
3,723 | 0 |
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