The Fall and Rise of Harry Potter

Originally, this was a story I’d never finish, as I never used to finish any of my writing, but last year I decided to change all that, and this was the first story of mine I completed. When I started

Harry sat by his owl in his one-bed flat, looking out of the only window, which fortunately had a lovely view of the park. It was dark, and the street lamps had all pinged on, creating pools of light along

“You’re all characters from books!” Harry’s first words once the shock had worn off. “Is this some kind of mad cosplay event… are you all Larpers… have I been kidnapped?” “Yes, we are, Harry, no, not cosplay, we are not

In the next room, they were gathered around a circle formed from rectangular tables. Some were sitting while others stood near the walls. In the middle was a tall, slender, dark-haired woman who was the first to speak to the

Harry woke up with a start, tried to sit up and instantly fell out of the Hammock.  He looked around the room. No windows and a single door.  There was an overpowering smell of lavender in the air, but it

As they moved between the bookcases, Harry noticed the way they stretched into the distance before them, becoming farther apart, eventually opening up into a much bigger area.  The distance between the bookcases was about road-width apart now and expanding

“You’re back!” Gandalf was sitting at the table with the others. “You’ve been gone for hours. What did Death want from you?” “Hours?! Time is weird all over the place.” Said Harry. “We’ve been gone for days, or hours… I

Harry found Olivander early the next morning and practised much of the day, finding he could create some weaker versions of spells he knew but lacked the power he’d in the books.   Susan had left the night before after

Harry tumbled out of the Wardrobe, followed by Batman, who was carrying Lucy. “Put me fucking down…. Please.” She said. He walked over to a chair and placed her carefully into it. They were in what seemed to be an

Harry rested for 2 more days and was feeling himself again. He had begun practising casting but this time using the knife as well as his wand, with some interesting results. He and Susan had been spending a lot of

“You’re right.” Harry had finished eating the last of Barnaby’s desserts. “It has to be now, doesn’t it, so he’s not better prepared.  But we still don’t know what to do.” “Yes, we do,” said Huck, “we just have to

By the time they left the shop, the top floor was ablaze.  In the street outside, a wardrobe was waiting.   Susan turned to Harry and hugged him, kissing his cheek. “I have to go and see Grandad and bring

They decided to get food and find a quiet place in the Garden before reading Huck’s note. “It’s not quite a Redwood, but it’s a nice tree.” Remarked Cinderella. “I think you should read it,” Harry offered the note to

Harry stood in the doorway, frozen in time. What was happening? Had he hit his head, or was he drunk? He didn’t think he was. “Gandalf?” he managed. “Yes, my boy, it’s me. Now come sit down before you fall