AMSL Ch: 7

Because of his plethora of memories, many things no longer excited Luke. Visiting new places and experimenting with his powers excited him, but both came in second to spending time with his family.

School wasn't exciting, even in his past life; that went doubly so since he regained his memories—not until now.

Luke felt a bubbling sensation in his chest as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror. He spun in place, taking in his entire appearance. His hair was tidy, his uniform was ironed, thanks to his mother, and his smile was infectious.

It was a little vain of him, but Luke couldn't take his grey eyes off himself. He’d never had to wear a uniform to school before, and he had to admit, he looked good. This was new— this was exciting.

Luke knew his excitement probably wouldn't last the day, but that was fine. He was happy now, and that was enough.

“Luke, it’s time to start walking to school,” he heard his mother shout from the bottom of the stairs.

“Be down in a second,” he yelled back from the upstairs bathroom.

Grabbing his schoolbag out of his room, Luke shut off all the lights and went downstairs. Hailee was already waiting there with their mom, proudly sporting her new school satchel. The bag was bright red, the same color as her foam sword. Neither of them had to bring much with them, as unlike in America, most of the stuff they needed would be provided to them in class.

“What do you think, Brother?” Hailee spun around, showcasing her black-and-white uniform and red bag.

“Nice look, Darth Adorable,” Luke made as if he was going to mess up her hair.

“Don’t you dare,” she leaped back and hissed like one of Mrs. Figg's cats.

“Now, now, not on your first day,” Shannon expertly stepped in between the two. “Neither of you want to be late, do you?”

“”No, Mom.”” They answered together.

“Good, then let’s go,” she almost shoved them out the front door.

“Ah, Shannon, Luke, Hailee,” a warm voice called out to them as they walked down their driveway.

“Good morning, Mrs. Figg,” Hailee called back as they passed by her house.

"Where's Mr. Tibbles?" Luke asked, noticing a certain cat missing from his favorite spot.

Mrs. Figg just laughed and shrugged. “Who knows, I sure don’t. He’s probably scoping out the neighborhood. Lots of people out today.”

“Well, I got to get these two off to school. See you in a bit when I get back, Arabella,” Luke’s mother addressed Mrs. Figg by her first name. The two had grown a lot closer over the past few weeks. Shannon had even helped her with some gardening here and there.

“I’ll open a bottle of wine then; we'll make a day of it,” Mrs. Figg happily called out to Luke’s mother as they walked further down the street.

“Oh, you really don’t have to,” Shannon tried to tell her not to, but Mrs. Figg had already disappeared back into her house, presumably to get a bottle of wine.

“Someone’s going to party,” Luke teased his mom as they walked.

“Oh, shush you,” Shannon rolled her eyes and playfully nudged her son. “Jealous I made a friend here before you did.”

“Hardly, and I’m pretty sure Hailee befriended Mrs. Figg first,” Luke reminded his mother.

“Good point,” she chuckled. “But I’m the only one of us old enough to drink with her.”

"For now," Luke joked.

“Luke Jakobs Walker, you better not be thinking about anything you shouldn’t,” all the playfulness immediately vanished from his mother’s face as she became deathly serious.

“Geeze, I was just kidding, Mom,” Luke held his hands up like he was surrendering.

“You better be. I grew up in the 70's; I know what to look for….” Shannon only managed to hold eye contact and maintain a straight face for a few seconds before breaking out into laughter.

“That wasn’t funny, Mom,” Luke grumbled, realizing she was just messing with him.

"Ha-ha, she got you," Hailee blew a raspberry at Luke.

Luke’s mother chuckled a little longer at her son’s expense before reassuring him she was only joking. “I know you would never do anything like that, Luke. You’re my perfect little boy.”

Now Luke was blushing, which made his mom laugh more, and his sister tease him further. The two continued to poke fun at him until they reached the school. He took the razzing like a man, nodding and laughing at a few of their jokes, even if they were at his expense.

Believe it or not, Luke was still having a good time. He loved spending time with his family, even if they were teasing him. The only thing that would’ve made this better would have been if his father had been here with them, but he couldn't take time off work, especially since he had just started.

The trio stopped a few feet from St. Grogory's front doors. Unlike the last time they were here, there were kids running around everywhere, sporting spiffy new uniforms and backpacks. A few other parents were nearby, but most of them were attending to smaller children.

"Do the two of you remember which classrooms you are in?" Shannon fussed over her children as if this was their first day of school all over again.

“I’m in class 4-B,” Hailee recited from memory.

“And I’m in 6-A,” Luke added.

Both had passed their placement tests with flying colors. In fact, according to the letters they received a week ago, Luke and Hailee tested within the top 5% of their peers. They would’ve scored higher if social studies hadn't been a part of their placement test, but what could they do?

“Are you sure you don’t need me to walk either of you to your rooms?” Shannon used puppy-dog eyes on her kids; it was super effective.

However, “You know I would love it if you did,” Luke tried his best to be diplomatic. "But you said you wanted me to make friends, and I don’t think I can do that with you next to me.”

“So, you’re ashamed of your mom, are you?” A single tear formed at the corner of Shannon's left eye.

“No, no, it’s just,” Luke struggled to find the right words.

Suddenly, Shannon’s expression shifted into a wide grin that looked strikingly familiar to Luke. It was clear to him where Hailee inherited her smile from.

“I’m just messing with you, Honey,” Shannon leaned in and kissed Luke on the forehead.

He rubbed at the spot after she pulled back as if to wipe it away, but he was smiling on the inside.

“I don’t mind if you walk me to class,” Hailee offered, making sure to shoot a look at Luke, saying, 'See who the better child is?'

“I would love to," Luke's mother bent down and hugged Hailee tightly. A few kids walking by eyed Shannon's open displays of affection, but none said anything. It's a good thing, too, because Luke would hate to make enemies on the first day of school.

“Will you walk with us, Luke?” His mother asked him.

"Sure, why not? We're going the same way,” Luke said, making it sound like he didn’t like the idea but agreed anyway.

“Tsundere,” Hailee giggled behind her hand.

“Oh, shut up,” Luke looked away so his sister couldn’t see how badly he looked uncomfortable, but that didn't stop her from sensing his emotions. "I don't know why I ever taught you that word in the first place," he grumbled.

“What’s a tsundere?" Shannon was confused by the unfamiliar term.

"It's someone who acts mean and cold but is secretly nice inside," Hailee cheerfully explained to their mother. "It's Japanese.”

"I see." She nodded along with Hailee's explanation. "That does sound like your brother, Tsundere, indeed.”

Now, Luke was turning absolutely scarlet and was weighing the benefits of running away rather than staying with his mother and sister.

“Aww, my little tsundere,” Shannon continued to coo.

Running away, it was.

“I’ll see you guys after school,” Luke shouted, taking off for the stairs and not looking back. He heard laughter behind him, but he wasn't sure if it was from his mother and sister or just kids laughing in general. Either way, he didn't slow down until he reached the school's top floor.

Each floor he climbed, the kids he encountered grew older, and when he reached the top, everyone was around his age. There weren’t any parents on the fourth floor like the other three, meaning he made the right call coming up by himself. He didn’t necessarily care what others thought about him, but that didn’t mean Luke would go out of his way to stand out either. He did that enough as is.

As Luke walked down the hallway towards his class, more than one group of kids stopped talking to stare at him. It was hard not to notice the looks that he was getting. They were all wondering who he was. Luke figured they probably all knew each other from last year, and as the new face in school, Luke stood out like a sore thumb.

He did his best to ignore the kids around him but still felt like an animal in a zoo. Finally, after squeezing past a group of boys led by an obese kid he could’ve sworn he’d seen somewhere before, Luke entered classroom 6-A.

The teacher had yet to arrive, but a handful of kids were already sitting at various desks around the room. There didn't appear to be a seating chart, so Luke sat at the back of the classroom, hoping he might go unnoticed for as long as possible. The clock read 8:28, meaning the bell would ring any minute now, and all the kids waiting in the hallway would start flooding in.

To pass the time, Luke closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if he were relaxing, but in reality, he was focusing on the crowd around him. He was scanning for anyone like him and his sister. It was hard because everybody was moving around, but that was what made it interesting.

The first thing he sensed was his sister on the floor below him. Her fire stood out amongst the sea of faded embers. Luke wasn't expecting to sense anyone else; it was simply second nature for him to check.

People like them were rare; even at their old school, Luke had never sensed another kid like him and Hailee. It just felt like he'd encountered far more people with an inner flame than was normal since they moved to England, so a part of him thought today might be the day that all changed.

Every time he and his family drove into London, he’d sense at least one or two people like him walking the streets. They'd never reencountered the old man or anyone else as strong as he was,

but he'd spotted a handful of others.

The bell ringing stopped his scanning without him sensing a single thing. Opening his eyes, Luke watched his classmates flood into the room, most still chatting with each other.

Luke was growing bored with it all when he heard a commotion by the door after everyone had seemingly come inside.

“Nobody wants you here, Freak!” The fat boy he passed by earlier, backed up by most of the boys in their class, was blocking the door to the classroom. But Luke was confused; who was he talking to? He couldn’t sense anyone else in the hallway— At least not anyone nearby.

The annoyed voice that made it past the large boy blocking the entrance made Luke sit in his seat. “Let me in, Dudley. The teacher will be here soon."

There was someone out there, someone Luke couldn't sense!

“Like the teacher would care,” the fat boy snarled like a boar ready to charge, his second chin rippling as he spoke. Someone was going to die of diabetes in the future.

Luke looked around the classroom to see if everyone else was seeing this, only to find that nobody was surprised. They were either doing their best to ignore what was happening by the door or smiling like they were at the movies.

“Piers, hold his arms behind his back,” Dudley ordered the boy beside him.

Said boy grinned, making him look like a rat while the other kids cheered him and Dudley on.

Luke was about to stand up and intervene but didn't get the chance.

"What are you doing still standing in the hallway?” A man’s voice boomed from down the corridor.

Dudley and his goons scrambled to take their seats before the voice's owner could see they were keeping the other kid from entering the room.

“It was—" Luke heard the boy outside try to explain himself, but the person Luke assumed was their teacher cut him off.

“I don’t need your excuses. Quit your lollygagging and get inside.”

“Yes, Professor." Luke could barely hear the boy’s meek reply over his classmates' snickering.

The kid who entered was physically hard to look at. His messy black hair looked like I’d never seen a comb before. His glasses were held together by tape and dreams, and his clothes looked like hand-me-downs from a boy many times his size. In fact, Luke's eyes darted to Dudley, who was trying to hold back his laughter; the boys' clothes looked like they once fit him.

The oversized clothes starkly contrasted with how thin and tiny the boy was. He wasn't skin and bones, but Luke could tell he wasn't getting much to eat. The poor kid refused to make eye contact with any of his fellow classmates. He stared at the floor as he shuffled to the only available seat, which was notably in the back next to Luke. Every kid he passed pretended he didn't exist or openly mocked him as he moved past them.

Luke was so shocked by it all that he could barely believe what he was seeing. He’d seen his fair share of bullies in both of his lives, but this took that to a whole new level. Why was everyone acting as if this was normal—as if this kid was a leper? It was so bad that Luke completely forgot about the fact that he couldn't sense anything from the boy.

Luke’s new teacher didn’t even wait for him to take his seat as he strolled into the classroom and immediately started writing his name on the chalkboard. "Welcome, students. My name is Professor Harris, and I’ll be your teacher this year. Things will be a little different than what you are used to," he started pacing in front of the class in his tweed sweater and brown slacks, his slightly greying comb-over hair bouncing as he shifted. Luke had only known him for a few seconds, and he could already tell he was a no-nonsense sort of man.

“At the end of the year, all of you will be taking your SATs or Standardized Assessment Tests,” Professor Harris scribbled out on the board. “It will be just as you did at the end of your second year. How well you do reflects not only on myself but on our school. It is my job to prepare you for this test.”

“Some of you,” Harris’ eyes flashed to the boy sitting next to Luke, whose immediacy lowered his head submissively. "Have been known to cause trouble in the classroom. Such things will not happen here. While I am teaching, you will remain quiet. If you have a question, raise your hand, and I'll call on you once I'm finished explaining. If you need to go to the bathroom— Hold it.”

“This is your sixth year, children, your final year before you transfer to secondary school; I expect all of you to use the lavatory during your breaks. Am I clear?” Luke wasn’t surprised when no one answered him. Most of his fellow classmates had their mouths hanging open, looking horrified. For many, this was their first strict teacher.

“Good,” Professor Harris nodded in approval at their stunned silence. Now, first, I want to go around the room and have each of you introduce yourself. Give us your name and anything else you want to add. Just keep it short and keep it clean. You first,” he pointed at the girl sitting at the front righthand corner of the classroom.

She stood up on shaky legs and introduced herself as Alexandra Cunningham. She briefly talked about her dog and her older sister before promptly sitting back down. From there, Professor Harris pointed at one kid after another, slowly working his way to the back of the class and Luke.

Most of it went in one ear and out the other for Luke. Five minutes into class, and the honeymoon period was thoroughly over. Luke was still excited to see what they'd be learning, but he didn’t want to be friends with any of these kids, especially after seeing how they treated the kid next to him. The kid practically radiated sadness. One look at him and his sister would likely burst into tears.

Luke did, however, commit the fat kid and his righthand man's names to memory. Dudley Dursley and Piers Polkiss were both people he would do his best to avoid, though something told him they wouldn't give him the same courtesy. Luke felt as if he had jinxed himself earlier when he thought about making enemies on his first day, and Dudley Dursley was the universe's way of getting back at him. Also—

For some odd reason, Dudley’s name was tickling something in Luke’s brain. It was the same feeling he got when he heard the name Little Winging for the first time. The name felt so familiar to him, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember from where.

Luke struggled to remember where he had heard the name Dudley before. It wasn't exactly a popular name, but as more kids introduced themselves, he only drew blanks. After a few minutes, Professor Harris reached the back row, and it was Luke's turn to stand up.

“Hello, I’m Luke Walker,” he greeted the room in his best customer service voice, the same voice he had used in his past life as a server to feign interest when he couldn't care less.

Most of the class perked up once he started talking, and one kid even shouted out, “Are you American?”

"Don't interrupt," Professor Harris snapped at the boy before nodding at Luke to continue. He didn't look surprised, so Luke figured he must’ve been notified that he was being placed into his class.

“Yes, I’m American. Howdy,” Luke joked in a bland voice. He was from Washington. Luke had never said howdy before in either life, but the kids ate it up. "Me and my family moved here for my dad's work," he explained. Luke figured he might as well tell his backstory before he was bombarded by the same questions a million times.

“Yes, I was named after the guy in the movies. No, my middle name isn’t Sky. We moved here a month ago, and so far, I like it a lot. The only place we’ve visited so far is the British Museum, but we plan to visit other monuments soon. My favorite subject is math, and I enjoy playing with my little sister," he recited everything quickly and efficiently.

Sitting in the middle of the classroom a few seats away, Dudley openly snickered at him. “He likes to play with his sister,” he repeated mockingly as if he were funny.

As if Luke needed even more reason to dislike Dudley. He felt his anger spike, but seeing Dudley's shit-eating smile for some reason sent him over the edge. But unlike the other kids, who were doing their best not to attract Dudley's attention, Luke didn’t let him get away with his comments without saying anything.

“Yeah, I have fun playing with my sister; got a problem with that?" Luke repeated himself with more than a little heat in his voice. Luke squared his shoulders as he stared down at Dudley. The fat boy had a dumbfounded look plastered on his face, like he couldn’t fathom the idea that someone was talking back to him.

“Now, now, boys,” Professor Harris intervened before Dudley could say anything else. “I said no interrupting,” he admonished the pig in humans’ skin before turning to Luke. "And you, this isn't America; we don't solve problems with our fists here.”

Luke had to bite his tongue as he sat back down lest he ask his teacher if Dudley knew that.

“Alright, let’s keep this going,” Professor Harris pointed at the scrawny-looking kid beside Luke with barely concealed disdain. "You, stand up and introduce yourself."

The boy was slow to comply, and from where Luke was sitting, he could see that he was balling his hands into fists underneath his desk.

So, he wasn’t unaware that the teacher had it out for him, Luke noted. He was curious what the boy was going to say. Even with him sitting a few feet away from him, Luke still couldn’t sense anything from him. No fire. No smoldering embers. Nothing. It was like he didn't exist, which unnerved and intrigued Luke equally.

“I’m….” the boy paused for what felt like a long time before finding his voice. “My name is Harry Potter. I’m Dudley’s cousin,” That’s all he said before sitting back down.

Most of the class quietly snorted at his abysmal introduction, but Luke barely registered their snickers. He was too busy staring at the kid beside him as if he suddenly grew a second head.

It couldn’t be. This had to be some sick joke, right!?

Luke struggled not to hyperventilate as his mind spiraled. He wanted to get up and demand the kid tell him his real name, to say he was only messing with him, but something deep inside Luke kept him rooted in his seat.

The rest of the class finished introducing themselves, and Professor Harris started explaining how their class would function, but Luke tuned out all of it. He was too busy comparing the boy next to him to the movie character that flashed to the forefront of his mind. Whoever he was, he wasn’t a young Daniel Radcliffe, that was for sure.

That said, the longer he looked, the more Luke saw it: the bright green eyes behind the broken glasses, the lightning bolt scar barely visible behind his messy hair. It all suddenly came to Luke: why he knew the name Little Winging, why Dudley’s name was giving him trouble despite never hearing about either in this life.

The world around Luke suddenly made much more sense, and he didn’t like it.

It’s said you can’t close Pandora’s box once it’s opened, and Luke couldn’t ignore the reality of his situation once it was presented to him on a silver platter.

On one hand, he now had a definitive answer to the fire inside him. It was his magic core, and the energy it released was some form of magic.

On the other hand, he was suddenly bombarded with the possibility that he was a background character in a movie—a Book? Luke wasn't sure. Despite watching all the movies in his past life, Luke had never read any of the Harry Potter books, so he wasn’t sure if he could even tell if he was.

Luke didn't even know when the first Harry Potter book was published. He knew the first movie was released sometime in the early 2000s, so presumably before that.

Luke tried to remember everything he knew about the franchise, but it was all fuzzy. Even before he died in his past life, it had been years since he watched any of the Harry Potter movies. He saw the Fantastic Beasts trilogy when they came out, but other than that, Luke hadn't thought about the Harry Potter franchise since he was in his early twenties. Counting the time he’d spent as Luke, it had been over twenty years since he saw Harry Potter on a TV screen, and it wasn’t the kid next to him.

Luke's ener— Magic was churning violently with his emotions. It took all his willpower to keep it from lashing out at his surroundings and causing a scene. It was amazing that he could even do that, considering the inner turmoil he was experiencing.

Luke's entire second life flashed before his eyes, and when he compared it to the few things he knew about the wizarding world, it made a striking amount of sense. His sister's abilities running wild as a child weren't that at all; it was accidental magic. The people he sensed weren't ability users but witches and wizards blending into everyday society.

The classroom around Luke seemed to fade away as his mind slowly came to terms with everything, but one thing stood out above the rest—

Luke was totally and unequivocally fucked!

He wanted adventure, but not to this extent!

For a second, Luke naively believed that he and his family wouldn’t have anything to do with what was to come, but he could only bury his head in the sand for so long before he had to come up for air.

Witches and wizards were real, and so were a million other things. Oh god, it suddenly hit Luke that Mrs. Figg's cats were magic. Magic! Fucking! Cats!

Could he hide?

No, it was never outright stated how, but from what Luke could remember from his scrambled memories, The Ministry of Magic had a way of detecting children like him and his sister, and with all the magic he’d been throwing around the last month, there was no way they didn't know he existed.

Was he going to get a letter to Hogwarts in a year? Or¸ were they going to make him commute back to America? Luke forgot the name but was sure the US had its own wizarding school.

He finally had answers to some of the biggest questions that had been plaguing him since regaining his memories, only for them to be replaced by countless more.

Could he refuse his invitation? Did Luke want to?

If this world were following the same events as the movies, a lot of crazy stuff would happen over the next eight years. Worse of all, it wasn't just Luke who would be affected by it; so would his family and, most importantly, Hailee. Once she learned about Hogwarts and what it was, there wasn’t a chance in hell she wouldn’t go, even if Luke spelled out all the discrimination and dangers she would face.

It was only his first day of British school, and he had to deal with a life-shattering revelation: What the hell!?

This was supposed to be the easiest day of the year. Luke wasn't supposed to have his entire world flipped upside down until he entered puberty again. Now, he was thinking about things that would affect his entire family for the rest of their lives.

Luke supposed the main question was whether he wanted to get involved or not.

Again, if this was like the movies, then everything would turn out okay in the end. Sure, a few people died, but—Luke felt his hair stand on end as a shiver ran down his spine.

For a brief moment, he remembered what it felt like dying alone in his room in his past life. It had happened so fast, and the memory was chaotic, but he would never forget that icy sensation when everything faded to black.

Luke was suddenly and violently aware that even if everything went according to the movies, this wasn't a movie; it was his life. If he screwed something up, there was no guarantee that he’d get another redo. Then there was the matter of his family; he refused to let anything bad happen to them.

He would have to wait and see if his knowledge of the future held true, but until then, Luke would pray for the best and prepare for the worst.

That said, what could he do? Would he watch from the sidelines, only focusing on protecting his family, or would Luke actively insert himself into the story? Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was sitting next to him, a scrawny mess of a boy who looked like he desperately needed a hug.

Luke wanted to reach out and offer him a helping hand, but what if that screwed up the timeline? He might not have read the books, but he was sure there wasn't an American transfer student in Hogwarts in the movies.

Luke didn’t know what to do and continued not knowing as he sat in the back of his classroom while Professor Harris droned on up front. Luke didn't even have the joy of knowing they would get out early today, as Mondays weren’t a short day here in England; Friday was.

Luke did his best to pay attention to his teacher, but when he said they would spend the first week reviewing what they should've learned last year, Luke's mind couldn’t help but drift.

Just how had he ended up here? Was it fate— destiny? Or was it random chance? Luke thought about it long and hard until he had an epiphany.

He assumed Luke Walker would’ve been born no matter what, so how did he personally get here? First, he regained his memories, thereby saving his inner fire. If Luke had never unlocked his past life’s memories, everything would’ve been different, and not just with magic. He would've grown up ignorant of his surroundings, but the consequences wouldn't have stopped there.

If Luke hadn't known the future, he would never have pushed his father to learn more about computers.

His father would’ve never gotten the job offer that he did, or at least not at such a young age.

Luke and his family wouldn't have come to England, and he wouldn't have run into Harry. A thousand small chances had to have lined up for him to sit where he was. All of his decisions in life had led him to this point. Was that not the definition of fate?

Luke felt silly thinking about it, but could he have been chosen for this? He snorted at the idea. Yeah, right. He wasn't the chosen one; after all, the main character was sitting next to him.

Slowly, Luke started to calm down, and his magic settled. It still felt weird referring to the energy inside him as magic, but he assumed it would get easier over time. He took long, deep breaths until his heart was no longer threatening to burst out of his chest. Luke still snuck multiple glances at Harry, if just to confirm everything, but other than that, he was calm. Eerily calm.

Whatever his decision was, Luke didn't have to make it now. He panicked when he realized who Harry was, so he would give himself a pass for losing his head for a moment, but now he was good. Still shaken— but good.

Worrying about the future was a good way to miss the present. He had a year before learning whether he was going to Hogwarts. Luke couldn’t control if the letter came; what he could do was use his time wisely. Even if the second wizarding war never happens—Wait, wouldn't it technically be the third if Luke counted Grindelwald? Or was that called something else?

Luke shook his head; the semantics didn’t matter. The point was that there was a high probability of unrest in the coming years, and he needed to be strong enough to overcome it. If not for himself, then for his family. If a fucker in a mask came to Luke's home, he would rip them apart with raw magic if he needed to.

Something in Luke’s eyes hardened then. He would treat this like any other challenge. He had time to plan; he just had to do what he did with the stock market and hedge his bets.

Tentatively, Luke decided to observe Harry for a few days to gauge the boy’s situation for himself. They had a week of review in front of them, which was more than enough time for Luke to get a feel for him, just in case this was some twisted reality where Harry was evil. The chances were low, but Luke wouldn't put anything past him after today.

All this, and Professor Harris hadn't even finished his introduction speech yet.

It was going to be a very long day for Luke.

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Author's Comments:

Harry Potter finally makes his appearance in Lucky chapter number 7. Some might think I'm exaggerating Dudley's behavior or Harry's appearance, but trust me when I say the books are much sadder than the movies.

The movies only cover Harry's home life, but the books tell us it's equally bad at school. A few people wondered why I started the story so early— because Harry's journey started long before he stepped foot at Hogwarts, and this is just a slice of that.

That said, what do you think of Luke's idea to watch Harry from a distance? How long do you think that will last?

It's good I still have three more chapters saved up, so you won't need to wait long.

Thanks for reading, and please don't be afraid to comment, especially if you currently or have ever lived in England. As an American who has never left the States, I can only do so much to keep the story authentic, but I'll try my best.