Long AN is long but maybe interesting for hey teach fans!
I'm not dead!
Well, it would be pretty bad rep for the clinic if I ended up dead despite not having suicidal tendencies... hehe...
But as I mentioned, the days here are full and the Internet is horrible.
It's still too cold outside to type on the phone and (excuse), (excuse) and not to forget (excuse).
So where did this come from?
My mom brought me my Laptop, so I have Word.
The majority of this story is actually in google docs but yeah no internet.
So I'm typing this on Thursday with the hope of uploading this on Friday because I can go home for the weekend.
This is one of the stories I had in my notebook.
And I have a small announcement.
In my time here I made some progress on the Hey teach front as in I found a way to combine the two universes, because obviously the DADA teacher is always a central plot point and exchanging him kind of kills it. So you have to find a fix, preferably from the non-potter side of the cross over. And did! For both books! So I decided that I want to continue loosely posting hey teach/triwizard twist updates here, but if I ever manage to write the beginning of the story I want to post it parallel in chronological order with a link to this collection.(And hope it's not too much responsibility for me... but then again I am doing this whole therapy to change that aspect of me so this should be good for me! Positivity!)
This AN got longer than the story I'm horrible!
On to the story which characters I don't own! This is true for every other chapter too unless i say differently duh!
He was England. He could see everything that happened in the bloody country. Many of the worst crimes were over so fast that he couldn't help. Others happened behind closed doors so he couldn't intervene without giving away his secret. But leaving a 15 month old child lying on a doorstep for a whole night in the middle of fall? In his country? Arthur Kirkland couldn't believe it. He tucked the toddler against his chest and opened the letter.
Dumbledore.
It had to be wizards.
They had known a cure for the common cold for so long that they didn't even think about how it could affect a child in the care of non-magicals.
Arthur was livid.
So he rang the doorbell of number 4, Privet Drive on the morning of November 1st.
This, as you can all imagine, didn't end well. The occupants did not want the child and no matter how much Arthur insisted that he had nothing to do with the whole affair and just happened to pass by, they did not listen.
And that was how the country of England ended up with one Harry James Potter in his care.