Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
"In light of the current circumstances, Sherlock and I agreed there should be an addendum," John continued. "Now listen carefully, we put a lot of thought into it: we don't care if the entire wizarding world goes against you, Sherlock thinks you're boring—he doesn't by the way— and Mycroft declares you an enemy of state. You're still our son."
Harry bit back a sob. His vision turned blurry.
"Since you're our son, we have no intension of sitting back and let a magical psychopath murder you," John declared. "That's final. No negotiations. So if I don't see you at platform nine and three quarters tomorrow, I'll…"
"Okay, okay!" said Harry, wiping his face on his sleeve, more relieved than words can't say. "I'll be there … I wasn't planning on anything…"
"Wrong," said Sherlock, smirking. "Still lying like a beginner …"
"What the heck are you teaching him?" John demanded.
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