He booked himself into the nearest hotel that he could find and he could barely keep his eyes open when he saw the clean, white linen bed. He couldn’t do anything at the moment with it being so late anyway. How anyone could wake up at ten in the morning and have twenty-four cupcakes for breakfast was completely beyond his comprehension. He’d sell his soul for a piece of warm, buttery toast or a few spoons of milky cereal, all he had under his floorboard was chocolate, but his body was craving savoury things. He needed fibre, vegetables and salty things, all chocolate could offer him was sugar, but at least it kept him alive.

Now that we finally have you here alone, we’d like to go over your vaults with you and review your personal information.” Slinope told him curtly. “We usually do this with our clients once a year, however you have never responded to our summons, so the bank managers have decided to intercept you.” Once arrived at Diagon Alley, after many stops all over the country before his, Harry stumbled his way through The Leaky Cauldron with his bulky trunk in tow and he went straight out onto the cobble stones of Diagon Alley before he made his way straight to Gringotts bank, still exhausted, still in need of something to eat and now in more pain than ever, but he had no idea how long it would take Dumbledore to find out that he was missing from the Dursleys, so he was going to grab some money and buy some things that he wanted first. If he found just one item that he liked that settled his hoarding urges, then it would have been worth it. Many and varied are the diseased champions who lead the Death Guard to war. From single colonies, through vectoriums and sepsis cohorts, right up to the plague companies and the ships of the Plague Fleets, Death Guard Lords hold positions of command throughout the Traitor Legion’s ranks – Lord Felthius, clad in Terminator armour and accompanied by his three-strong Tainted Cohort, is a notable example.Harry’s entire body tensed as he heard his cousin, Dudley’s, voice. He hated Dudley with a passion and he listened intently as the vile man collapsed into a chair at the table behind him, panting from the momentous exertion that walking down the stairs to the kitchen from his bedroom had taken on him. She gave her egg, her Husband gave his sperm and the samples were kept carefully preserved until a time that your parents chose to use them.” Slinope told him sharply. “A note from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement explains that they chose to wait several years while they explored all avenues of natural conception with specialist Healers and possible reversals of the curse that rendered James Potter infertile before they realised that there was nothing that could be done and they used the samples they had been given to finally have you.”

Did…did my genetic donors sign away their rights to me?” He asked, unsure what else to call them at this point. What else was he supposed to call them, his other parents? Maybe his biological parents, but then they’d never technically been parents to him, they’d never even laid eyes on him as far as he knew, or at least he knew that Mary Winchester never had, as she’d died eight years before he’d been born. As clinical and distant as it seemed, they were just genetic donors to him and they probably thought the same thing about him, just a genetic baby, nothing to do with them. That was if they even thought of him at all.In 1982 Richard Aylmer, an accomplished landscape photographer, the grandson of the Commander of the Kildares, arrives at Nandagiri to photograph the same scenes his grandfather painted in water colours during his posting, and is staying with Mohan Kumar, an Indian civil servant and a rival for the heart of May. A/N: Hi, lovelies. This is my newest fic, I know I have far too many of them currently, but I hope to finish off two of them very soon so I’ve decided to add a new fic and this is the one that won out in the end over the new Avengers crossover. His parents had fallen completely in love with the small family and everything had been worked out over the next several months and officially and legally signed and Mary and John had promised to take in the baby born if anything at all had happened to James and Lily and his parents had agreed to take in Dean if anything had happened to John and Mary so that the boys could be raised together as brothers. The only time I could truly understand the story was when it moved up to William Shakespeare's time. The story made me laugh and care about the characters.

He waited for an hour and forty minutes until Petunia came by with his afternoon glass of water. He had missed lunch and once again, he hadn’t been fed. He didn’t know why he expected anything different, he’d gone for days without being fed a single morsel before and he knew from experience that just because he’d been hurt or beaten, didn’t mean he’d get any food. I thought the same, but Sammy said that the demons would know that we aren’t living there anymore.”The books were completely amazing, though! He could definitely understand Hermione’s love for books, but his topic spectrum was definitely much smaller than hers, he only had a few subjects that he actually had an interest in where Hermione would read anything and everything if it was written down for her.