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Harry Potter and his flock of brats attempt to navigate their way home through time, space, and other people’s patience.
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28 Jun 2026
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Harry Potter has been many things: Boy Who Lived, Auror, husband, father, unwilling crisis manager. Being thirteen again was not on the list.
Neither was being trapped in the wrong past with his future children, a broken Time-Turner, two Maps, two Cloaks, one emotionally unstable flock of brats, and absolutely no patience left.Series
- Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Flock of Doom
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28 Jun 2026
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Tina loves Lewis @forzachewis
Why is he posting George so often now? :/ Like OK we get it…
Reply to @forzachewis:
Lewis Hamilton ☑️ @LewisHamilton
well i had to make it clear somehow, you didn’t believe me before🤷🏽♂️
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27 Jun 2026
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Lewis desperately hopes he’s not who he thinks he is, that he’s not here to see him for his first consultation, along with his partner. But then he spots another, equally tall figure behind him, addressing him by his name. George. The same name in his diary, right next to Alexander.
Fuck, he’s in so much trouble.
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Bookmarked by Ell100
27 Jun 2026
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Lewis turns away from him, the man's gaze too piercing and too knowing, and regards the room he’s in, his eye pausing on a handful of proudly displayed trophies, helmets, and framed photographs.
The man cups his chin between his thumb and forefinger and turns his head back around. His touch doesn’t feel foreign, even though it should. Even though Lewis doesn’t like strangers touching him, and wouldn’t let just anyone get so close and invade his personal space like this. And yet, his first reaction isn’t to recoil; if anything, his instincts virtually scream at him to lean into the hold, into the palm now sliding up to rest against his cheek.
This isn’t the touch of a stranger, clearly, and his subconsciousness knows it.
“No, don’t look at those.”
“Why not?”
“Spoilers,” the guy —he really should learn his name soon— giggles.
Bookmarked by Ell100
27 Jun 2026