Two-Minute Warning: a multi-fandom fic challenge
Due to popular demand (okay, two enablers...and you know who you are!), I am introducing Two-Minute Warning: a multi-fandom fic challenge
Rules:
1. Clear your schedule for two minutes.
3. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are book titles (selected at random from my shelves).
4. Choose one of the prompts ( Read more... )
Rules:
1. Clear your schedule for two minutes.
3. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are book titles (selected at random from my shelves).
4. Choose one of the prompts ( Read more... )
Harry looked down into the mirror. “Accio Sirius,” he said, pointing his wand at the veil. A grey shape appeared in the glass, and a huddled body came flying out of the veil to land on the stone floor at Harry’s feet, shivering as if he were in the arctic wastes instead of the Department of Mysteries.
“Sirius?”
In response, Sirius, for indeed, it was he, was sick all over Harry’s trainers. Harry was so happy to have him back that he didn’t even complain, though his trainers were never wearable again.
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