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Huzzah for Exseratio!Harry from Gia's HP/DM fanfic, "Revenge Sweet or Not?"

I was re-reading it and as soon as I read this description from chapter 3, I couldn't help myself:

He opened the door as quietly as he could, wincing at the creaking of the door and praying the nurse was a deep sleeper.

He walked in and quickly shut the door. Now, all he had to do was find Harry's bed, leave an anonymous note to use a cooling charm for burns, and run like hell to his bed. A stupid plan but it would have to do.

Using only the moonlight as his guide, he silently cursed himself for not bringing his wand along with him. Retracing his steps in his mind, he found Harry's bed--- empty.

His brows furrowed. 'Maybe they already moved him to his own dorm, in the Gryffindor Rooms.' He was just about to leave, when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Eyes widening, he looked up. There staring back at him, was a pair of narrowed emerald eyes.

Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, was crouching upside down on the ceiling, and glaring at the newest intruder in the Infirmary.

"Bloody hell. 'Nocturnal impulses'"

You see what I mean? It's so sexy it just BEGGED to be illustrated!! I just wish I could've done a better job... *sigh*

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Exseratio!Harry copyright Gia
Harry Potter copyright J.K. Rowling

Description
Huzzah for Exseratio!Harry from Gia's HP/DM fanfic, "Revenge Sweet or Not?"

I was re-reading it and as soon as I read this description from chapter 3, I couldn't help myself:

He opened the door as quietly as he could, wincing at the creaking of the door and praying the nurse was a deep sleeper.

He walked in and quickly shut the door. Now, all he had to do was find Harry's bed, leave an anonymous note to use a cooling charm for burns, and run like hell to his bed. A stupid plan but it would have to do.

Using only the moonlight as his guide, he silently cursed himself for not bringing his wand along with him. Retracing his steps in his mind, he found Harry's bed--- empty.

His brows furrowed. 'Maybe they already moved him to his own dorm, in the Gryffindor Rooms.' He was just about to leave, when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Eyes widening, he looked up. There staring back at him, was a pair of narrowed emerald eyes.

Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, was crouching upside down on the ceiling, and glaring at the newest intruder in the Infirmary.

"Bloody hell. 'Nocturnal impulses'"

You see what I mean? It's so sexy it just BEGGED to be illustrated!! I just wish I could've done a better job... *sigh*

Linkage : [link]

Exseratio!Harry copyright Gia
Harry Potter copyright J.K. Rowling