Okay, I'm kind of drowsy right now, so these author's notes may not be completely coherent... But whatever. You don't care about the ANs, just the fanfic. And yes, I am frequently drowsy when I write my ANs and post these. I tend to do it when I've either just woken up, or when I've been awake over 12 hours. It doesn't really matter, since I get the fanfic edited after I write it. That minimizes the typos that will be there, curse my dyslexic brain.
Does anyone else find it sadly ironic that I, who have dyslexia, can spell it properly with ease, but so few people online who fake having it are able to?
And I really do have dyslexia. Medical diagnosis and all. I thing it's really
sadly ironic that I spell better than most people on the web. But then, I try
harder. It sucks that in a medium where virtually all communication is through text, most people don't seem to care if they type like idiots. Do they even realize that since their writing is all I see of them, I judge them on it?
Bah. I'm getting ranty. It would help if I ate something and had a nap... I'll do that in a bit. For now? Chapter posting!
Here we go...
Infant Harry is taken from the Dursleys' front step by a strange man, and is raised away from the wizarding and muggle worlds. Now he's returning to attend Hogwarts. Smile, wizards, smile. He can smell fear.( Chapter 14: Quirrell needs to change his garlicCollapse )