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I have a fic rec for Harry Potter

Warning: This fic is incomplete and posted anonymously.

With that out of the way, this is one of my top 5 favorite fanfics of all time, ever. It’s the only Harry Potter fic there.

The character that changes the most here is Draco (and Pansy), but everyone else is slight enough to be believable. It’s their choices and relations that change the story. (Like most good fanfics)

Now, there are no ships, but if you’re a fan of Dramione or Pansmione or Drarry or even Ronmione, you could definitely read it with those in mind. All the characters have very interesting dynamics with each other.

The houses thing: You won’t be able to unsee it.

Without further ado: Harry Potter and The Year That Four 1st Years Solved The Inter-House Unity Problem

Or Part 1 of A Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff, a Gryffindor, and a Slytherin walk into a bar....

(I was on Reddit, someone asked for Harry Potter must reads, so I commented this. Thought I’d share.)

Hey, I like you! *Parent-ifies your Megatron*

Really inspired by the IDW designs for this one, obviously.

Gone But Still Here~Part One

Geez, I have been working on this fanfic for a while. 

Please enjoy!

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“Stan, can you…uh… come down to my lab with me?”

“Why Sixer? What d’ya need?”

“I…um… would like to do some experiments before summer ends.”

“Alright, be there in a second.”

Stan walked over to the vending machine, with his twin brother standing by it, waiting for him. As Stan and Ford went on to the elevator, Stan noticed Sixer had them going to the 2nd floor, which he had never been to. He never really knew it existed.

As they got off, Stan saw it was a huge mess. At first Ford was ok, looking at all the Bill Cipher stuff he had, but then, he got very shaky.

“You ok Sixer?”

“…”

Ford dropped down onto the floor, grasping the firm ground with all of his 12 fingers. He was trying to make himself know what’s real and what’s not. Ford started to breathe very fast. 

Stanley immediately ran to his side.

Ford grabbed Stan’s shoulders, feeling like he was still being choked by the chains and still being electrocuted by Him.

“Ford, I need you to breathe and calm down.”

“S-Stanley... H-He t-tormented me!... H-He tricked me!...”

Stan knew he was in pain. He could tell how much this yellow dorito demon scarred his brother.

“KIDS! FORD’S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!”

Somehow, Dipper heard that, immediately told Mabel and ran down to the basement. They pressed the button to go to the second floor, and ran towards Ford when they got there.

“Grunkle Ford!”

“Great-Uncle Ford!”

Dipper and Mabel go to his sides and hug him, let go, but still keep a hand on his back.

Ford’s grip tightens on Stan’s shoulders.

Stan brings Ford’s head up so he can look at him. 

“Hey, it’s ok. He’s gone…”

“N-No… I-I f-fear he’s s-still a-alive…”

Alright, I didn’t want it to come to this, but it needs to happen.

Stan slowly puts his arms around Ford.

“Sixer, it’s ok. Even if he’s not dead, we have your back.”

Ford grasps Stan as tears are streaming down his face. He felt lightheaded, as if he was going to pass out.

“...I-It’s not that S-Stan…”

Then, everything goes black.