I think one of the reasons the Harry Potter Epilogue was so poorly received was because the audience was primarily made up of the Millennial generation.
We’ve walked with Harry, Ron and Hermione, through a world that we thought was great but slowly revealed…
Interesting, why do you consider harry potter is a dystopia?
I find it impossible to think of Harry Potter as anything BUT a dystopia. Even Hogwarts itself is a…
The 10th chapter has been posted, and the next one should be up in about a week as usual. Comments and feedback, even negative, would be appreciated.
He looked trough the window as he walked towards the door. He could see Harry already inside, sitting by the bar disk, looking rather like Dudley felt. He was talking to a good-looking young man with blond hair. Probably the guy Dudley had talked to on the phone. The flatmate. Dudley couldn’t remember his name.
Thinking that having a third person there could hardly make things more awkward, Dudley opened the door to the pub and entered. He stopped in the doorway as the blond man put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and said something Dudley didn’t hear. He raised his eyebrows. Could it be…
He walked over to them a bit cautiously.
“Hello, Harry. Happy birthday.” he said. Harry looked up at him and smiled, seemingly a bit startled.
“Hi, Dudley. Good to see you again.” he said. “This is Draco Malfoy, my flatmate. Draco, this is Dudley Dursley.”
So sorry for the delay, you guys. What was supposed to be a few days suddenly turned into a month. Let’s blame it on Real Life.
The next chapter should be up in about a week (for real this time). Here is a small excerpt of the chapter:
Harry moaned slightly as he opened his eyes and sat up. Hermione was sitting in the armchair, apparently reading through the cooking notes Draco had made earlier. She looked up at Harry with a smile.
“Good, you’re awake.” she said.
“How long was I out of it?” Harry asked, a bit disoriented.
“Barely ten minutes.” Hermione answered, putting the notes back on the table. “Draco is still unconscious.”
Harry walked over to Draco, a little worried. He wondered again what he was going to be like when he woke up. Draco wouldn’t have all his memories yet, just a fraction of them, but he would still be more Draco Malfoy than he had been in years. Would he act like it as well?
Harry was still leaning over him as Draco stirred and then slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Harry for a few moments before he spoke.
“Potter.” he said.
“You, Voldemort’s right hand and heir?”, Harry repeated, amused in spite of himself. “I don’t even remember you. And what forces? You’re the only one left!”
“Not quite.”, said the man. “Look behind you. Malfoy, kill him!”
Harry actually had to laugh at that point, even more so when Draco threw his hands up and answered:
“You leave me out of it. I have no idea who you are either.”
“BLOOD TRAITOR!”, the man screamed, and cast a curse in Draco’s direction. Harry reacted too slowly, having been distracted by the ridiculousness of the situation. The curse hit Draco with full force, sending him flying for a few meters before falling to the ground, lying very still.
The next chapter will again be up in a few days!