Warnings: future SLASH (boy x boy), MAJOR NO-MAGIC!AU (Alternate Universe, specifically the Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town setting), possible OOC, life story
Pairings: TMR/HP, implied AD/GG, implied KS/NT (Kingsley x Tonks), onesided JP/LE
Standard disclaimer applies: I do not own Harry Potter or any brand you recognize in this story. J.K. Rowling is credited with the creation of these characters (I'm not fond of using OCs in my own fanfiction). I also do not own the Harvest Moon series by Natsume.
"You never seem to tell us anything anymore about your Harvest God," the carpenter pointed out one day. "Why's that?"
"Because you're just looking for a juicy piece of gossip that no one else knows about," Tom retorted.
Kingsley smiled indulgently. "Sure we are—but you could at least be more willing. How about this, why do you like the Harvest God, other than the fact that he's… well… our God."
Tom took a moment to think. Why was it that he liked Harry, other than the fact that his quiet praise and encouragement was something he found himself craving?
Posted in its full form on Ao3, except for the sequel and the eventual epilogue :). I'll be posting 5 of these per a day (I think?), but because it's long that might become 10 a day.
