p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emAuthor's note: this fic takes place in an AU where both Hogwarts (and the Wizarding World) and the Harry Potter novels exist./em/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Watsons of 5 Pemberley Lane were proud to say that they were perfectly unusual, thank you very much. They were just the sort of people to be caught up in unusual things, because they thought they were really great fun. Professor Charlotte Watson taught English Literature at Oxford University with a focus on Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen (hence the necessity of living on Pemberley Lane). Her husband, Dr. William Watson, was a naturalist, which apparently still exists in the 21st century. He oversaw the badger census that occurs yearly around Oxford, as well as taught classes on evolutionary biology./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Rose, Ash, do you know what today is?" William asked his children from his place chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Ash, who was cracking eggs into a large bowl, shook his head. From her place curled on the couch reading emThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes/em, Rose looked up./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""It's the second day of the summer holiday."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Well yes, that is true," William conceded, "though I did have something else in mind. Well, anyone?" The two children shook their heads. "Tonight, my progeny, is the night we finish the final Harry Potter novel."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Nooooooo," groaned Rose./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""My dear child, why would such news upset you?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Because once it's over it will be over forever. It'll be saying goodbye to this amazing world that we've lived in for the past few years. And I don't want to leave."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""So you would rather leave the last few chapter forever unread?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""No. I just don't want it to end."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Understandable, but everything must come to an end my dear."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Rose spent the rest of the evening both dreading and anticipating their nightly reading session. She sat silently through dinner, barely listening to her family talk about plans for their summer holiday and what book they should read next. All she could focus on was those last two chapters that remained in the book sitting on the coffee table. She wanted to know what happened to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but at the same time never wanted to leave the Wizarding World that had begun to feel like home. She was afraid of shutting the book and never knowing anything more of Hogwarts, about magical creatures and wizarding history. It would be like saying goodbye to a best friend for a very long while. They could see each other in the future, but it would never really be the same./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""…All was well." The family sat in silence. From her place in her favourite armchair Charlotte sniffled. Rose and Ash, from where they sat perched on the back of the sofa looked shell-shocked. William slowly closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Minutes passed, or at least it seemed like it. Rose got up./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""I'm going to bed."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What's the matter, love?" Charlotte asked, rising to hug her daughter. Rose shimmied out of her embrace./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Nothing, I'm just tired, good night." She resigned herself to be kissed on the forehead by both of her parents and then trudged upstairs. As Rose brushed her teeth she felt empty. It was the hollow feeling that she always got after finishing a great book, but somehow this felt different. She would read Harry Potter again in the future, she understood that, but it wouldn't be the same. She would never have that same some of discovery, of newness. No matter how she tried she would never again be immersed into that mesmerizing world that JK Rowling had created./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"This fic will be updated weekly with Rose's adventures/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Watsons of 5 Pemberley Lane were proud to say that they were perfectly unusual, thank you very much. They were just the sort of people to be caught up in unusual things, because they thought they were really great fun. Professor Charlotte Watson taught English Literature at Oxford University with a focus on Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen (hence the necessity of living on Pemberley Lane). Her husband, Dr. William Watson, was a naturalist, which apparently still exists in the 21st century. He oversaw the badger census that occurs yearly around Oxford, as well as taught classes on evolutionary biology./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Rose, Ash, do you know what today is?" William asked his children from his place chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Ash, who was cracking eggs into a large bowl, shook his head. From her place curled on the couch reading emThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes/em, Rose looked up./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""It's the second day of the summer holiday."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Well yes, that is true," William conceded, "though I did have something else in mind. Well, anyone?" The two children shook their heads. "Tonight, my progeny, is the night we finish the final Harry Potter novel."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Nooooooo," groaned Rose./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""My dear child, why would such news upset you?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Because once it's over it will be over forever. It'll be saying goodbye to this amazing world that we've lived in for the past few years. And I don't want to leave."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""So you would rather leave the last few chapter forever unread?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""No. I just don't want it to end."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Understandable, but everything must come to an end my dear."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Rose spent the rest of the evening both dreading and anticipating their nightly reading session. She sat silently through dinner, barely listening to her family talk about plans for their summer holiday and what book they should read next. All she could focus on was those last two chapters that remained in the book sitting on the coffee table. She wanted to know what happened to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but at the same time never wanted to leave the Wizarding World that had begun to feel like home. She was afraid of shutting the book and never knowing anything more of Hogwarts, about magical creatures and wizarding history. It would be like saying goodbye to a best friend for a very long while. They could see each other in the future, but it would never really be the same./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""…All was well." The family sat in silence. From her place in her favourite armchair Charlotte sniffled. Rose and Ash, from where they sat perched on the back of the sofa looked shell-shocked. William slowly closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Minutes passed, or at least it seemed like it. Rose got up./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""I'm going to bed."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""What's the matter, love?" Charlotte asked, rising to hug her daughter. Rose shimmied out of her embrace./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Nothing, I'm just tired, good night." She resigned herself to be kissed on the forehead by both of her parents and then trudged upstairs. As Rose brushed her teeth she felt empty. It was the hollow feeling that she always got after finishing a great book, but somehow this felt different. She would read Harry Potter again in the future, she understood that, but it wouldn't be the same. She would never have that same some of discovery, of newness. No matter how she tried she would never again be immersed into that mesmerizing world that JK Rowling had created./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"This fic will be updated weekly with Rose's adventures/p