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An older teenager lay disgruntled in her room, frowning fiercely up at the ceiling. She had just recently finished rereading the entire Harry Potter series as one was wont to do with literature that greatly impacted them during childhood. Jasmine, for this was the girls name, flopped over onto her stomach as she attempted to deal with her emotions regarding the ending of the series. She could very well just write fanfiction to get out her frustrations, but would that be enough? Yes, there was fanon and she dove into it whole heartedly when frustrated with the canon, which was often. But, what really tickled her fancy was to rewrite canon completely.
Unfortunately, she was not J. K. Rowling, and thank god for that because Jasmine liked to think she had more sense in her left pinky toe than the author did in her whole body.
Someone should take Twitter away from the famed author.
Oh, Dumbledore’s gay? Prove it in the story, you coward, instead of just telling us after the series is over. Don’t just say it for brownie points.
Oh, Draco is irredeemable but Snape, who joined the wizard Nazi’s fresh out of school and was so obsessed with a woman who hated him that he didn’t care if those she loved were hurt as long as she paid attention to him, deserved to be redeemed? And that was hardly a redemption, just a goddamn backstory.
“I’m going to fight Snape,” she says to no one in particular. “I’ll punch him right in his sallow face.”
This is, of course, ridiculous, because Severus Snape was a fictional character and Jasmine was a very real human being.
Probably.
With that, the teen decides to begin her nightly rituals in preparation for sleep. Her last thoughts before slumber were ‘I wish I could change the course of the series, even if only a little bit. Help Harry get out of that house. Punch Snape. All good things.’
Unbeknownst to her, Fate had decided to listen in, and Fate had been looking for a new pet project.
“An interesting thought, to be sure,” said the deity, staring down into the peacefully sleeping face of Jasmine. “But how? Perhaps a ghost in his mind to help guide and advise him, or a sibling with which to share his troubles, or maybe just a stranger to him that must fight to get to him and for him in the wizarding world, or perhaps you just are Harry. An interesting query, all with their own advantages and obstacles…” Fate continued to think as they slowly began to knit a new scarf.
“Let’s spin a yarn together, shall we?”