I'm a what?

by Candles In The Snow

On that fated night in October 1981, Dumbledore left Harry Potter on his Aunt's doorstep. But, unknown to anyone, Harry's magic magicked him away to another world. Years later, on October 31st, 1994, a dying Zack Fair is transported to the Great Hall. Having to compete in the TriWizard Tournament, Zack tries to find his way through this new world, and a way back to his old one.

21. VERY IMPORANT AN!

Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long as to even update or say something on this story. I'm sorry to tell you all this, but I'm discontinuing this story – but have hope! I've decided to rewrite it. Looking back on my writing from a few years ago, I cannot tell where I was going with this, and to be honest I wince at reading how and what I wrote. I know I can do better now, even if I'm busy a lot with college and work. Did I mention I'm in an Institute for writing, and that I've got a job? Woot! But boo, less time for writing, but at the same time, learning how to better said writing.

Anyway, I know you guys aren't wanting to really read my babbling, so I'll get to the point. Like I said, I don't like how I've written this and have no clue currently where I was going with it, so I'm hoping that rewriting it I'll be able to do this story justice and write something that you guys will love just as much as the original.

Thank you guys so much for your support with this story! It was your guys' reviews that kept me going for as long as I did with this. I hope that you all continue to give me support with the rewrite – which is going to be a separate story from this one. I'll post another AN when I post up the new story, which I hope to be in a week or two!

Again, thank you guys for your support!

~Snow.

(Since FF technically doesn't allow AN's, here's a glimpse of the rewrite for you all!)

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"How?" Acidic green eyes stared the newly-transformed man down. "How did you get me here? What did you use in the summoning spell that was able to pull me from the other world?"

A giggle, a chuckle and then a full blown hysterical laugh followed the question. "How? How indeed! The spell I used, it's an old one, found it in a rare Dark Arts spell-book. Not that I'll ever tell you where or what that is. But I will admit that your parents had a hand in bringing you here. Well, not a hand specifically, rather, they put their whole hearts into it. Literally."

It took only a second for the other to understand what the madman had implied. He saw red. "You bastard!"