Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.
[advent fic 2013 - challenge with dannyfranx - her fic is called 'There's a Light at the Top of the Stairs']
Примечания автора: This has been a bit of a challenge. I’ve never been very good with prompts and god knows I’ve never been good with writing short chapters, but, in the end, I think I have managed to produce something warm and Christmassy and hopefully fun to read. In writing this story, I have also managed to accidentally complete NaNoWriMo, as it runs beyond 50k and was written entirely within the month of November. Ah, well. Let’s pretend I meant to do that, and celebrate accordingly.
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al do not belong to me. Neither do any of the Christmas songs mentioned/sung in the story. The title is taken from the Zither Carol, a favourite of the lovely groolover.
This is for my Marie, who puts up with all sorts.
Когда проснулся в восемь утра, успел убрать квартиру, приготовить обед и с чистой совестью отправился на пляжик.
30 марта. Я в кроссовках и не зимней куртке, без перчаток, комфортно лежу на лежаке, слушаю кряканье и чириканье птиц и наслаждаюсь видом водной глади.
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