TITLE:
Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals: Book 1,
Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals: Book 1,
PERPETRATOR:
FayonoraSUE-O-METER: Awful
COVER/BANNER ART: Elle Fanning is their avatar.
SUMMARY: ”Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic. Books 1 and 2 complete.”, ”Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic. Book 2 in the series. Books 1 and 2 complete.” and ”Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, & is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic. Third book of H.P. & the Trouble With Neurotypicals”
FULL NAME: Harry Potter
SPECIES: black (I'm serious here.)
HAIR: I'm not going to dig for this one.
EYES: See above...
MARKINGS: See above...
POSSESSIONS: See above...
CONNECTION TO CANON: See special abilities. I am not digging through this to find what the writer did to make it “original”, as this really isn't “original” or “unique”.
ORIGIN: According to the author's note in the first chapter, “There may be a few bits and pieces lifted word-for-word from the canon material. I tried to do that as little as possible, though.” We also get, “Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic.”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Plagiarizing the Harry Potter canon for what's likely the writers personal self-insert.
NOTES: If the writer isn't a troll, they're autistic, so you know the rules.
SAMPLE:
Little Whinging, Surrey was what Americans would call the suburbs, inhabited by upper middle class people, most of them white, so boring and normal looking that all the nearly identical houses lacked was white picket fences. What was more, the residents of number 4 fit in well, one could even say abnormally well. Which, given that Petunia Dursley's sister (whom she kept secret) was anything but normal by the standards of the town, meant Petunia was probably overcompensating. Or maybe not. Be that as it may, the town didn't have a single abnormal bone in its metaphorical body.
So it was probably good that the most abnormal-looking man imaginable that appeared (at least by the poor imaginations of the neighborhood's residents) had come by dark of night. Looking like something out of a King Arthur movie, Professor Dumbledore magically made the area even darker with his silver, cigarette-lighter shaped Deluminator, and went over to number 4. When he got there, he was met by a cat.
Professor Dumbledore smiled. "Fancy seeing you here, Minerva."
The cat changed into a rather austere woman, whose expression was of shock. "How did you-"
"-know it was you? Yes, well, I did read the Animagus registry after all. And even if I had not, you were far stiffer than any cat I have ever seen."
"You'd be stiff too if you were sitting on a brick wall all day."
"What, no parties for you on this frabjuous day?"
"Frabjuous?"
"Pardon me, I have been reading books by the muggle author Lewis Carroll, and I rather forgot you would not get the reference."
And from the third in the series....
At Number 4, Privet Drive, in Surrey, a nice young black man named Harry Potter, less than a month from being a teenager, was packing the few of his belongings he'd not already unpacked after a mere fortnight at home with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. He was glad for it, too; even with the spells in place to protect him from them, even with Netty around to make sure he was being fed enough, the Dursleys were always unpleasant, and had been even more so this time around, due to a phone call he'd received from his friend Ron Weasley his first week back.
Ron, being a wizard, didn't know how to use a phone, and had shouted into the mouthpiece so loudly Harry could hear it from the dining room. Naturally, his uncle had bellowed back. It was only the enchantments in place and Netty's presence that forced the beefy man's anger to be replaced by fear and remembering when he'd rounded on his nephew and come face to face with a house elf instead. His expression had frozen into a mix of the two emotions, then he'd stormed off without saying a word. Harry had been tolerating similar looks from all the Dursleys for the past week since then, so he was especially glad to be leaving.