Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. 'Tis is owned by J.K. Rowling. The one who made Dumbledore and Grindelwald gay.
I'm so proud of her.
Anyways I only own my OC(s) and this story's ploot. (Spelling intentional)
Summary: So I died. No, I did not commit suicide nor did a random truck hit me. I was squashed to death by a bunch of junk in a junk shop. It sucks and hurt. Now here I am staring at blurry figures trying to crawl like me as we searched for nipples to suck on. Founders. Animal PoV.
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My life is as unfortunate as it can be in one-freaking-month. My husband and I got divorced, my kids are in jail because of murder/drugs, my parents disowned me (fuck'em), my dog died, my snake is on the loose, my aircon is busted, and my ukelele just broke.
It's a miracle how I haven't committed suicide yet through all the shit I've just went through. I guess that's what hope gives ya only to be crushed again by life.
I sighed heavily as I grabbed the keys to my car heading to a junkshop downtown. I glanced one more time at a mirror across me to atleast fix my haggard appearance.
There I see a woman who's in her forties with curly ebony hair in a messy attempt of a bun and jaded amber eyes. I would've said that she was beautiful, but then those bags and wrinkles in her face don't do justice for her. I put a peice of loose hair behind my ears and took out a powder concealer to hide the bags.
Looking at herself again in the mirror she then put the powder back at her purse and headed straight to her car after locking the door.
"Burt's Junk Shop"
Parking at the side of the street infront of the junk shop I then went in and looked for the counter. Unfortunately it seems the people looking after this place are out since I see no one behind the counter or around the shop. Even if I rang the bell countless times at the counter no one seems to be answering
Seriously?
Frustrated I sighed once more and just merely went ahead and explored the store.
Looking around I see clocks, mirrors, chairs, books- Ooh! Harry Potter! Nice. It's a complete set too.
Harry Potter was a good series to binge on I was planning on reading after watching the movies. It was the thing that made me atleast enjoy life. Even if it meant running away from reality.
I carefully picked the books from the stack they were on until I finally got it. A little dusty, but readable. It was a little heavy so I searched for something to carry the books. After a little bit searching I saw a worn, woven picnic basket. Perfect.
Putting the books inside carefully since I haven't paid for it yet, I quickly looked for the stuff I needed in the first place.
As I continued my quest to search for an instrument, I scanned the knick and knacks among the piled up junk in the aisle I was searching in until I reached the last aisle did a frown find its way up to my face.
C'mon it's the last aisle please let there be something there.
With a bit of hope I treaded the aisle carefully as I thoroughly looked at everything until I found two working instruments.
A flute and a kalimba. Well, more like a wierd, 7- inches flute and a sticker infested kalimba. Better this than nothing.
Walking back to the counter I stopped as I stared at the black fox in front of me what really unnerved me though was its smile.
What. The. Fuck.
Scared I quickly stepped back and tripped backwards. I had to break my stare as I heard something creak behind me.
Last thing I knew was fox's amber eyes as well as the noise of glass shattering.