AN: This my first fanfic I ever published so please be kind to little old me, also I do not own the works of J.K. Rowling. But I do own the plot idea for this story.
Have fun reading it and I hope you review, critique is very much appreciated.
Flames will be burned!
Friends come in all sizes, even bunny package
Like many stories this one starts with a slight deviation from the normal goings of the world.
Here it began with the hiring of an Japanese into Grunnings, the man was overly cheerful had somehow gotten a very positive impression from one Vernon Dursley, how he perceived him like that was an eternal mystery in Grunnings employees.
But the point was that the man, lets call him Homura, had a son who owned a young, black rabbit, or bunny, however you will, but their mother was sadly allergic to them and so they had to
heavy-heartedly find a new home for her.
And in his ignorance Homura had went to Vernon.
„You would do me a big favor.", he said to the Dursleys head of family, his accent very prominent.
The named head of house just grunted positive, thinking he could sometimes in the future call in a more valuable debt, and so wandered Kurone the female bunny into his greedy paws.
When Vernon finally reached his home, he gave the shivering form of Kurone to his his son in addition with a cage he had bought in a second hand shop, no reason to waste his money on a dumb animal.
„That will give him a way to learn responsibility.", he told his wife as to give a more valid reason for taking in a bunny that would only take money, he didn't believe she would understand the way men handled debts.
Dudley meanwhile had started to prod the small creature, who was trembling in fear from the great whale before her, before he was called to dinner and left her behind on the table, forgetting her by the time he was in his room playing video games or whatever.
All this was witnessed by one five year old Harry Potter who had been completely ignored the moment he had served the food, he had even been able to scavenge quiet a bit for himself!
He pitied the small rabbit, but how could he help her when he wasn't even able to get out of his cupboard by himself?
And so the days went by, Harry saw how the bunny became thin as Dudley forget to feed her, how she was shaking in fear whenever the fat creatures came near her, only when Harry was able to sneak of to pet her was she calming down.
But he knew that she would waste away if it continued like this and then, one fateful day Vernon forgot to lock the cupboard, Harry nearly wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for him accidentally stumbling against the door when he was trying to put the light out.
It took him a quite bit but then he realized what this meant, first he listened to the sounds of the building, hoping that no-one of the Dursleys had heard him.
When no heavy steps or angry breathing was heard Harry took in all his courage and went on his way to rescue a fellow victim.
The darkness in the house didn't scare him as much as it hindered him, only through the pale light of the moon was he even able to coordinate.
Around five minutes later small Harrys eyes had gotten used to the meager light and he was able to perceive more then just the windows, now able to see the silhouettes of the furniture.
He could already hear the shallow breathes of the small bunny just a few more meters away and when he reached her he stopped.
What would he do now?
Exactly, what now? He had never really thought he would ever come this far and now that it had happened he didn't know what to do.
The fantasy of him running away in the night, maybe finding another family even if the Dursleys had been more then enough, flashed for a few seconds through his mind only to be discarded.
He didn't think that the small bunny would survive if he wasn't able to feed her regularly and Harry knew that it wouldn't be easy to find food for one on the streets.
So he resigned himself to continue living in his momentary state, his heart was grabbed by helplessness of the situation when he remembered.
It was around two to three months ago when Harry had found a loose plank, under it was the earth, he didn't know how it was possible as the whole building should be made of stone but now he didn't care as there had been a tunnel through which shone the light of the sun by day.
Taking the small and sleeping form of the female in his hands he made his way to the kitchen as to stock up on vegetables, especially carrots, so that he would be able to nurse her back to health.
Look down on her black fur gleaming in the pale moonlight he knew that he would protect her until the very end.
And so began the story of a boy and his bunny.
It was difficult at first as he had to dodge questions of Vernon and Petunia about the vanishment of ‚their' bunny but soon that had been cloaked by the shadow of time.
Still, he had to smuggle vegetable like carrots, salad or similar into his cupboard.
He had started to call her Lola as he didn't thought Kurone fit to her and the name, he thought, would let her grow up to be the Lola from this funny Saturday morning cartoon that Dudley always watched.
She was still weak and hadn't been able to make her way through the tunnel and so he had started to feed her, hoping that no-one would notice something.
As time went by Harry could see how she became stronger and bigger and had finally been able to dig her way through the soil, he had already come to terms with her departure.
But still, even as she was finally free she returned each day.
And so two years took their course in which Harry always brought her vegetable that were left over and she would huddle with him under the blanket, it was nice for him to have company even if it was ‚just' a bunny.
Sometimes he would tell her about school, show her pictures he had drawn and been able to smuggle past his so-called guardians, she of course didn't understand anything and just ate whatever he had brought her or even his pictures, something that was both funny and annoying to him.
But if the world had gone its course the story would have ended in tragedy as Harry would outlive her while his last anchor to his sanity was vanishing.
Yet life had other plans for the pair one day, it was a very sudden question from Dudley if his bunny still lived, his exact words were ‚this dumb animal, and ‚bite the dust', and Vernon had answered that even if it was still alive it would only have a year max to live all while very dismissive, completely ignorant to the sudden stiffness in Harrys movements.
The tears just barely restrained till it was time for him to get back in his cupboard he cried the moment he was sure no-one would hear him, tears for the soon to be lost friend he had gained.
Said friend had meanwhile found her way back through the small tunnel and had instinctively cuddled against the crying child, something that only strengthened the tears he brought for.
And as Lola's fur was drenched by his streaming eyes he cursed Vernon for lying, too her he would not let her die, and in the end he just wished she would be with him forever.
New one has to know more about the ‚accidental magic' that children did as they grew up, it is an release of there strong emotions, channeled through magic made into intent and then into reality, a normal child would only do small magic, mostly because there magic was bound to at least 80% till they reached their eleventh birthday but Harry had lost his bounds over his core when the Avada Kedavra rebounded from his forehead, a feat made possible through sacrificial magic performed by one Lily Potter, and so he would have far more accidental magic if it wasn't for the fact that he had to numb his emotions, lest his ‚family' took offense on his show of surely ‚fake' humanity.
And thus Harry's first magic was one of the most powerful and most purest, made possible through tears of sorrow and the wish for love and companionship.
It took him a bit but after a few minutes he felt that he was hugged back, not the feeling he got when she cuddled with him but a really hug with arms.
With tear clouded eyes he looked at who hugged him and what he saw made him feel happy.
Lola had changed, not just her body, that now was that of an anthropomorphic bunny (think Zootopia), but her mind had changed, too, all her experience till now, knowledge unusable for her as her mind hadn't been able to process it was now in her reach and she knew one thing, the boy before her was her entire reason of existence even if the factor love wouldn't be taken onto account for another few years.
„Shhh, shhh… It's okay, I'm here.", she patted him on the back, her voice a mere whisper as she spoke for the first time and she had to suppress a giggle of finally being able to say something, all this new information was so fascinating, so incredible interesting but she would put it aside for now, wanting to soothe the crying boy that had done the same for her.
„N-n-no, nothing is okay. Y-You will d-d-d-d-die, just this yyyear and I, I, I will be alone again.", he sobbed into her shoulder, still not fully comprehending the change she had gone through.
„Hey! No way I will die! Who said that?!", she exclaimed nearly instantly, her voice nearly a yell, only quelled by the fact that she didn't want to wake the Dursleys.
„V-Vernon…", he started to say when she cut him of.
„And he is wrong!", now she was really loud, and Harry cringed in fear of the Dursleys.
„And he is wrong!", she repeated in a more whispered yell. „Do I even look like I'm a normal bunny?"
He just shook his head and smile slowly started to spread on his lips as his face was still teary.
„See! I'm too cool to die that early!", she told him cockily with a big smile, not even acknowledging the absurdity of her words. „Even if I would like to know how that happened."
She crossed her arms under her newly formed breasts and rubbed her chin with one hand.
„Are you a wizard, Harry?, she asked him suspiciously, squinting her eyes together.
He once again shook his head and the smile on his face had become more prominent, a watery giggle escaping him.
„Yes!", she pumped her fist into the air. „I've got you to smile again!"
Her cheerfulness was infectious and Harry felt the last of his worries slowly blown away by her radiant happiness.
„Don't worry from now on I've got your back, I will always be by your side.", she promised with absolute conviction before she once again hugged, a gesture he returned happily.
To say that the next years were the happiest of his short life would be an understatement, Lola's new form and personality was the light in his life and he had found out that she was quite fond of pranks, the most extreme and vindictive of course reserved for the Dursleys.
As she was small and very agile she was able to get at places he wasn't able to and through this she gave his ‚family' quite the few shocks of their life.
Spiders filling their room was one of their favorites as Vernon had to get an exterminator, or when they had changed all their shampoos with honey in the summer, their flight from bees had been quite amusing to watch.
They couldn't even blame Harry as he wasn't even allowed near the shower and even if they would have loved to blame him they didn't know what pranks he could call on them as they never had noticed a thing.
Thanks to their fear he was relieved from quite a few chores and school had become less of nuisance since Dudley had kept away from him, fearing that the bees may return with vengeance.
All the while Lola and Harry were laughing inside his cupboard as they went through their lives.
Of course they didn't just play pranks, they also tried to solve the puzzle that was her sudden transformation. Already they had discerned that it had something to do with his feelings that day as he remembered feeling something, too, when he had changed the hair color of his teacher a few months back.
„Soo… why don't you try to recreate it? I mean the feeling you had that day.", she suggested with a shrug. „It shouldn't be too hard."
„But I already tried that!", he exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. „That stupid vase refuses to change color!" Glaring at said vase that he had stolen from Petunia, and was pretty sure she was grateful for, as if it had mortally offended him.
*pling*
When suddenly the vase changed from hideous pink to an electric blue, of course no sound had occurred.
„Well, color me impressed.", she said with opened eyes, crossed arms and a nodding head, letting a low whistle sound.
„The vase decided to change color by itself. Do you think its sentient?", Lola asked as she poked the vase with her fingers, examining it closely.
He just starred dumbfound at both the fact that he just had achieved what he wanted and that he knew how he did it.
Of course he tried to instantly recreate it, only to once again fail.
What ever gave him this ability seemed like a slippery rope, or water how it always slips through his fingers.
„Damnit, I nearly had it!", he cursed annoyed, what was received by an raised eyebrow curtsey of one anthropomorphic bunny.
„Not nearly, you had it, didn't you?", she asked a bit confused, didn't he just change the color of the vase?
„No, the vase just now was the same as the hair.", he dismissed aggravated. „I tried another time but it just flows through my fingers!"
„Well, at least we know now that your are the reason for my form.", she said and hugged him, a small smirk on her face when he calmed down. „Thanks for that again."
Still a bit annoyed that he was so near that power but still so far away from using it, he went to distract himself with new ideas for a few more pranks.
The Dursleys felt a shiver going through their bodies and far away on a stormy island a dog felt as if he should be very proud.
It was on his tenth birthday that he was awoken by the smell of cake and opening his eyes he looked into the hopeful eyes of one Lola anthropomorphic bunny as she held her hands together.
„Gooood morniiiing, birthday child!", she sang and Harry could hear the energy in her words.
„Uaaaaah, good morning to you, too.", he replied as he yawned and stretched.
Lola meanwhile was jumping up and down so fast that he feared that she would blast through the
ground, her smile gigantic and very nervous.
„Come on!", she urged him as if it was her not his birthday. „I want to see your face when you get my gifts!"
The extreme high squeal from her throat hurt his ears but he persevered, he had to handle far more annoying voices like that of his uncle.
„Okay, okay.", he pacified her, rising his hands smiling as he went into an upright position. „Let me guess, cake?"
„Yes! But that's only the first part!", she rambled loud and fast as she tried to contain her growing enthusiasm. „Now, eat!"
And she blushed as she noticed how she was pushing him on his birthday, sheepishly she rubbed her back and gave of a small and sheepish laugh.
But he wasn't bothered by it and more amused by all this and his attention focused on his small cake that she had laid in his lap, chocolate was covering the top with sprinkles of white chocolate on it, a small cherry making the cake complete.
„Thanks.", he said awed at the marksmanship (do you say that? well I do).
„Ah, that's nothing.", she said a bit reserved, rubbing the back of her head while her ears stood erect with inner pride.
„I didn't even make it myself.", she said a bit embarrassed.
„Even so, thanks.", he said still thankful and went to consume the meal.
In the time he was eating the cake Lola had brought him, she was nervously whipping for- and backwards as she played with the last gift behind her back, she had built it herself after she had found out that she was very talented in that regard but until now she had kept it secret from her friend so that it would be her gift to him on his tenth birthday.
Licking his fingers clean of any rests that could stick on them he was done with the very delicious cake and was now focused on her.
Shyly she now stood before him, trying to bring her words to form.
„Well, I… ehm made something.", she started, slowly bringing whatever she had behind her back forth, the sallow light depicting a golden strap on which were two golden googles affixed that looked extremely technically and reminded him from a few of those steampunk shows.
„I've tinkered on them the whole last year. I hope you like it.", were her words as she was looking embarrassed on her feet.
Awed and honored by this much work Harry was completely speechless, he never really got gift, even the last few birthdays as Lola hadn't been able to get her hands on anything much to her chagrin, and now he got something that precious.
„Thanks…", he said in a breathless whisper, more wisp of a voice, his eyes teary from joy. „I love it."
She blushed from the praise and was even more surprised when he hugged her tightly but she gladly returned the gesture, smiling content.
A few minutes later he put the googles and they fit perfectly, they would even be able to be adjusted to his coming growth, and even shrinking?
He put that though out of his mind and just enjoyed the moment.
Yes, Harry thought, his life really had gotten better.
Of owl letters and salted bunny
Harry Potter was very much annoyed by the happenings of the last few days, and it all had started with the owls. Well, actually it had started with a letter, but as it was brought by an owl it was kind of a moot point for Harry.
In any case once the Dursleys had seen the letter they began to despise it so much, that he had though they would burn it with their utter hatred.
The problem was also that their hatred for that letter, one that they seemed hellbent on not letting Harry read, completely overrode their fear of any of his pranks, this made it very difficult to get more food for Lola and, of course, himself.
And so they had to resort to the vegetable and fruits that Lola was able to bring through the small tunnel that had been enlarged over time, sadly it was still to small for Harry.
But that had only been the beginning, over the next few weeks every day came more letters, it became so much that Vernon had sealed the mail slot with a few planks.
„You would think that who ever writes these letters would finally understand that the Dursleys won't accept them, and if he or she is that desperate to send as much as a thousand letters per day he or she would find the time to drop by.", grumbled Harry very put out by the situation, and just a few days ago he had finally been able to get a better grip on his power!
He had already been able to change the color of any object with nothing but a thought around the time of last christmas, the teleport he had once used was, of course, still out of his reach but he knew that in time he would be able to use even that, if he had only more time to train!
Sadly the letters also meant more time in the cupboard and while he could still exercise a bit in there he didn't dare to try his higher abilities as he feared they could blow up in his face.
Even now one time out of ten the summoning of a pebble would result in said pebbles sudden explosion and one time even implosion, man had he been glad that it hadn't been enough for a black hole, only for a small glob of molten stone.
„Maybe they have copy machine and are really lazy?", Lola suggested helpfully, she now went also by the name Laina (AN: I just realized that that is the name of an YTer xD) as she found that while ‚Lola' was a good name it still had been more the name of a cartoon character and she had wanted her own name, one that fully belonged to her, and now her full name was Laina ‚Bunny' Lola.
„And have an overpopulated cage-thingy for owls? They are already cover the whole building.", she remarked unbothered as she was already far to perplexed to put more effort into it.
That did surprise Harry, but only in the fact that whoever was responsible for all this seemed to go incredible far ways just to get him a letter but completely overlooked that quantity in this case very much didn't trump quality, as in ‚go there yourself!'-quality.
And so Harry let his head fall on his pillow with absolute disbelief as he couldn't comprehend how incompetent that person had to be. His hope that the self-made darkness would somehow make the madness go away was naturally not realized, as he had already feared.
And so Harry would have been confined to his small cupboard for the rest of his natural life, as he was certain, if the letters hadn't reached an absolute insane amount that they were somehow able to blast open the planks that locked both the mail slit and the fireplace.
Harry and Laina were long since beyond such madness and took it in stride, the Dursleys however seemed to take the unnaturalness as a personal affront and so Vernon reached his breaking point.
„Enough is Enough!", he bellowed in a very unhealthy shade of purple as he punctuated each of his words, his family huddled together as Dudley was near tears.
„The old island will put an end to this! Hähähähä!", it was clear that he had snapped as he began to cackle with mad glee, something that was very fine summarized by one Dudley Dursley.
„Daddy has gone mad, hasn't he?", he asked his mother with a teary voice, the joke was that Petunia nodded sharply.
With that Vernon Dursley pushed them to pack their things as he ripped open the cupboard under the stairs and grabbed Harry from it, dragging Harry with him, Lola was just so able to hold onto his baggy shirt and promptly slipped under it as to not be seen by the enraged man.
Around ten minutes later the whole family sat in the car, Harry pushed in the far right back side and he was pretty glad over that as that meant, that he wouldn't sit near Dudley who had taken to eat the rest from the refrigerator messily.
With squealing wheels and smoke cloud behind them the vehicle sped from garage, completely ignoring any traffic on the way.
And while Vernon focused all his attention on the ‚away' part of his plan, not even looking back in case of police, Harry watched the scared up owls flapping there wings before they went back to perch on the 4 Privet Drive, had they followed them Vernon would have gone on an
owl-killing-spree, of that Harry and Lola were certain.
„Just so you know, I have got one of the letters.", she whispered conspiring towards him, holding her hand to the side of her mouth her other hand holding one of those time bombs. „Want to see him go completely crazy when he thinks he's finally free?"
„Yeah.", he whispered back, not really concerned that his relatives would notice him talking as they were completely distracted by the honking of the cars on the street. „But let us first read it."
And she hummed agreeing.
That Vernon was completely out of his mind was already clear, but what was before them just reinforced that knowledge.
After they had sped through the streets, farming at least a dozen penalties for too fast driving, they had reached a rundown harbor where Vernon paid for a small rowing boat and drove once again with far more speed then one would think possible of his arms over the sea.
„The damn salt clumps my fur.", Laina complained to Harry in a whisper from under his shirt as she tried to pluck the clumps of salt from the places that the water had dried up.
„It doesn't even halt from my privates.", she whined and Harry tried to forget that tidbit of information immediately, somethings a guy just should never know.
Fortunately a distraction was already in sight, the one thing that showed just how far the owls had driven the head of the Dursley family.
In the middle of small island stood a tower, maybe it was once a lighthouse or something similar, and time had plainly gnawed at its material.
It may look cool at first but the moment they entered it one felt as if the temperature had sunken considerably, that it was outside already in the last positive digits Celsius was just more alarming.
The wind blew through the hundreds of cracks and Harry was certain that every bed, even if he certainly wouldn't get one, was mouldered and unusable.
„Hey, even if it is cold, you have to admit that this pretty cool.", Lola whispered to him from under his shirt once more, seemingly over the salt patches in her fur, and snickered a bit at her lame pun.
„Yeah.", he whispered back only to freeze the moment his uncle had stopped walking.
„Here we should be safe from all those bloody letters.", Vernon said as he spread his arms. „If I even see one more of those pesky little things or an Owl, I Will KILL THEM!"
Harry had stopped listening the moment it became clear that Vernon hadn't heard him and ignored further more the mad rambling of his clearly demented and in need of an psychotherapist through marriage related relative.
Petunia and his cousin had meanwhile started bring in the luggage, it was interesting that he hadn't been committed to this activity but he supposed they didn't trust him to not let them fall in to the sea, what was indeed not an unappealing idea to him and Laina.
The sun was also setting and he had been right with his suspicion, while the Dursleys all got ‚nice' beds, see not entirely rotten beds, he had to sleep on the cold floor with just thin blanket but it didn't really bother him (AN: I'm so tempted to write ‚anyway' XD) as he had long since left behind the days of a cold sleep, whatever his power was it most definitely was very versatile as he could make even the rock beneath him a comfortable warmth, sadly he still wasn't able to do anything about the fact that the ground was still hard as stone.
He could hear the snores of the male part of the family loudly, how Petunia could sleep with that noise was anyones guess, as he stayed awake watching Dudley's Mickey-Mouse-Watch slowly ticking towards midnight, the room illuminated by the last rests of the open fire in the chimney.
Lola had alerted him to the fact that tomorrow would be his eleventh birthday, she had bemoaned the fact that she still had his present in her burrow. They had decided that they would read the content of the letter as his birthday present and since Vernon would most certainly go all
chainsaw-massacre on the island if he saw one of said letters they also chose to read it when they could be sure that Vernon wouldn't be able to see it.
And so they waited patiently for today to shift to tomorrow, wanting to read the letter shortly after midnight.
Finally the clock-hands passed the transition between the day from before and his birthday.
„Come on, open it.", she cheered him quietly on.
With a few skilled movements the envelope was opened with not even a crinkle in its material and the letter was open for the to see.
„And now we read the address of the sender.", she said grinning highly amused, it had been a challenge but they had somehow been able to completely ignore said address.
„Then lets go to it.", Harry nodded grinning, too.
And so they read the following words:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
„Witchcraft? Wizardry? Hey, I was right, you are a wizard.", she exclaimed pointing at him with a winning smile.
Harry just raised an eyebrow but he, too, smiled as the idea was indeed plausible as that would explain his power.
„But what kind of position is Mugwump?", she said perplexed.
„I don't know. But lets read the content finally.", he answered as he wanted to know why a school had written a letter to him, it could be the most obvious reason and be an invitation but he didn't want to hold his breath.
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
„So it is an invitation.", Harry muttered under his breath.
„That's great!", meant Laina as she hugged his side. „You get to go to magic school!"
Harry just smiled and hugged her with his arm that was not holding the letter back.
„There is still more, so lets continue reading.", he pacified her and she nodded excited.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
When they finished Lola was deathly quiet and Harry was pretty sure that
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus had moved on the top-pranking-priority list of Lola and was now with the Dursley there.
„There is no bunny?", she began, her eyes shadowed as she slowly began with her rage.
„There is no bunny on the list of potential partners?!", she started to shout and Harry was wondering if he should already step in but decided against it, remembering wincing the last time she had been so agitated.
„The most prominent animal for magicians is not on the list?!", she literally screamed and Harry knew now he really should step in.
„Shh, not so loud.", he tried to bring at least volume down but she just ignored him.
„What does that woman know?! Huh?!", she questioned rhetorically, throwing her hands in the air her voice still on air-plane volume.
Harry winced and decided enough was enough and put his hand over her mouth, her muffled voice still sounding through his hand but it had been too late, Vernon had awoken and was awaking with bleary eyes.
„What is that damn noise?!", he complained quite vocal and now Laina froze and realized what she had done in her rage but before they could suffer from Vernon's rude awakening and his anger most certainly directing itself against one Harry Potter the door boomed with powerful knocks that the door shouldn't be able to handle in its ramshackle state.
And, indeed, not two seconds later with another knock the door fell out of its frame, giving the storm and rain a way in and the gigantic person standing within the frame was illuminated by the lightning behind him.
AN: And here ends chapter 2. I have decided that I would release Ch.1 and Ch.2 as a double episode and here it is. And as you most certainly noticed I have only ever seen the movies and read the fanfics so everything I write is not exactly connected to the books, sorry to all those who like the books more then the movies.
I hope you enjoyed the first two chapter as I most certainly will release more chapters as time goes by.
I wish you good day and see you off.
Dark3rdEye
bye
PS: Nothing is proofread so please point out my mistakes so I can do better in the next chapters.