berdasarkan kisah hits asal Norwegia yaitu SKAM yang sudah dibuat ulang oleh negara lainnya seperti France, Italia, Germany, USA, Netherlands, Spain, Belgium, dan Peru.

Niccolo sat up.
"C'mon lets skate for a while. Then we can go."
I nodded and sat up too.
"Hey what are you doing?" A yell came.
First I thought it was the cop but no it was a guard. My blood froze.
"Shit. Run Lewis."
We pulled of the skates and made a run for it.
"Fucking come back I will show you. Rule breakers. Come back." That guy was bonkers.
We climbed up the gate and jumped to the other side. Running like crazy,
Again.
"That was fun." The famous arrogant -like smirk was back on his face.
"Fun?" I panted, my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. "I thought you said there are no guards."
"Well there weren't when I came here last time 3 years ago."
"Son of a bitch." I was shocked and baffled
He just laughed.
--if you have watched Skam Italia, some of the lines and actions from above will be a little familiar to you. Not the same though. So I got this skating rink idea from Skam and the Cops, Niccolo grabbing spencer and them making a run for it is also from one of the skam remakes. This isn't my original idea.—
"I cannot believe it. Son of a bitch."
"Well you have to admit it was fun."
"Well maybe." I said sheepishly rubbing a hand behind my neck.
"You know I wasn't thinking of having fun. I was just going to annoy you." He grinned somewhat guiltily.
"Are you kidding?" I asked
"I mean that was the plan- annoy you. But like I said believe it or not I had fun." He smiled at me.
I shoved him. 'Son of a bitch."
He shoved me back. "Shut up"
"That is my line carter."
"It is a free country Lewis."
We both looked at each other and burst out laughing in the middle of the street at 12.35 am. Something is definitely wrong with me.
"I didn't know you knew how to laugh." Niccolo retorted.
"You don't know me Carter, no one knows me." I said kind of seriously.
"Well you don't let anyone get to know you."
"Yeah I plan on keeping things like that."
Niccolo inched towards me "I don't think so, your protective walls, the ones you have built around you seem to let me in."
I just laughed in response. There is no way I am going to get close to him.
Niccolo fucking Carter.
Our school was closed tomorrow so give it the day after tomorrow everything will be back to normal. He will smirk at me and I will glare at him. We will go back to ignoring each other. A part of me liked the idea of ignoring him because him suddenly talking to me caused me a hell lot of suspicious, then again a part of me enjoyed hanging out with him today, talking and laughing and not being my usual cold self.
"Earth to spencer." Niccolo waved his hand in front of me bringing me back from Narnia.
I pushed his hand away.
"Let me walk you home'"
"I can walk home myself Niccolo."
"I insist." He grinned mockingly.
I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Do you even know where my house is?"
"You know where your house is."
"Exactly, I know where my house is there is no point of walking with me stalker." I said.
He made a thoughtful face. "Meh, I insist."
I gave up and we walked in silence, side by side. I liked the silence and gave another visit to Narnia. One question kept bugging me. "Why are you suddenly talking to me now? We have been studying in the same schools for the past two years and I don't remember us having a conversation." I asked curiously.
"I told you, you amused me when you defended that little kid."
"Yeah right and his name is Sam not little kid." I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously no one ever defended anyone from Grayson."
"Yeah and that includes you too. If you don't like bullying so much why did you not stop him bullying Sam?" I asked.
"It was non-of my business and I don't even know that kid. And trust me you don't want to get on Grayson's bad side well you already did but I don't."
"Then why did you stop him from hitting me?��� I looked at him but he was staring straight ahead.
"Well you heard me; we needed Grayson and hitting you could have gotten him in serious trouble."
"You are under estimating yourself; you did not need Grayson that bad. You and Dean are alone better than the whole team. Well you are the one who makes Grayson think he is the star player, getting his ego so high that it already sprouted stretch marks." Wow Spencer where did that come from.
His face morphed into a smile. He looked at me. "Did you just complement me?"
"No"
"Sure"
"Shut up. Carter."
He laughed. Damn that kid laughs a lot.
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We stood in front of my house.
"Go away Carter." I silently cursed myself.
"Yeah thank you so much for walking me home I appreciated it Niccolo." He mocked
"Don't expect a thank you. You walked with me I did not ask you too."
He looked at me and gave me a small smile and said. "Even though you act cold and pretend you don't care about anyone but I know you care about a lot of people, you have proved it yourself Spencer."
Before I could say anything, he gave me a mock salute and stalked of.
 
And this time believe it or not I was the one standing there, with a smile, amused.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter. JK ROWLING does. Now enjoy the fanfic. If you like it anyway.
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Hello, I'm Astra Rivera, and I, until recently, have been attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

(No, this is not your typical-playing-pranks-and-getting-expelled-marauders-love-story-fanfiction)

I am a pureblood, part of the Ancient Twenty of France, and due to that, my parents always had high expectations for me. I had to get the highest marks, be the top of every class, be popular, you name it.

Well, I was neither the top of every class, wasn't their perfect little pureblood princess, not popular, and most 'horrifying,' an outcast.

My family has this type of curse, no, not the Maledictus curse, it's a curse that appears every few generations, and is very rare.

Whenever I'm angry, my eyes turn red. Not your typical 'cool' sort of red, a full on 'terrifying' glowing sort of red, which, of course, has given many girls and boys equally, at Beauxbatons, near heart attacks or a visit to the 'le bureau de l'infirmière.'

(That's french for Nurse's office)

Well, forgive me, I'm getting off track here.

I'm currently hiding in a cave, somewhere in Britain, I'm not sure. I Apparated out of Beauxbatons as quick as possible and ended up leaving part of my index finger's nail behind.

At Beauxbatons they teach us Apparation when we turn fourteen, and lucky me, I'm fifteen. Though I have never Apparated country-to-country, and besides, the stupid Ministry can detect unauthorized Apparations all across France.

So I flew on my broom, and with the help of my wand, flew to Britain and landed completely exhausted, at seaside cave.

It's really dark in here, and all around me is oceans.

Yes, I Apparated somewhere in the city of Paris, where I then went into a dark alleyway and mounted my broom. Thankfully it was dark out and all the Muggles were too busy shopping to notice some weird person flying. There were even fireworks, so I didn't have a problem flying out and away from France unseen.

Once I was safely in Britain was when I changed my appearance with my wand, as I couldn't risk the French Ministry of Magic detecting underage magic in France.

So now I am wanted for three criminal offences, (the third of which they had yet to discover) murder, resisting capture, and possibly bending the International Statute of Secrecy.

I cast some wards I learned around the cave before setting a magical alarm and falling into a restless nap.

‘She’s on the run even if she is in plain sight.’


Astra Rivera is a not-so-normal student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Being a pureblood at a prep French Magical school, Astra was always under pressure. She never got the highest marks and wasn't prejudiced like her pureblood family expected of her to be.

But one day in May, her world is turned upside down when her roommate, Alia Delacour, was found dead, strangled, in her bed.

Of course, the only possible suspect was Astra Rivera, so she's accused, expelled, arrested and framed all in one day.

With even her closest friends turning on her, Astra escapes and flees France to start a new life in Britain.

But even there everyone is out on the look for her, thinking of nothing but the high money prize they could get if they turned her in.

And then there's Tom Riddle.

People may say that there is no safer place than Hogwarts, as long as Albus Dumbledore is there, but right then, it might be the most dangerous and riskiest place Astra could possibly stay in.

But hey, who said that life as a wanted criminal was going to be sunshine daisies?

HARRY POTTER AND TOM RIDDLE BELONG TO JK ROWLING!

If you see a cover (not the one webnovel gives) on this book, then I will be telling you that @Abbey_M_Writess on wattpad made me it. So credits to her for the amazing cover!!

Hello Readers! 
This chapter-not-chapter is to clarify some things before going on with the lecture and all.



 If any of you studied European history (or are particularly interested) you will notice (reading the story) that the plot of this fanfiction is particularly inspired by the 1700s in England.                           


The romantic age is dominant during the whole work, which means there's a predominance of poetry, imagination, feelings, and emotions are the keys (that go against the logical reasoning), added to a new view of nature as a real and living being. 


I wanted to precise this because you may find that some decisions or visions of reality are different from the ones that we are used to having in our own century.



In reality, history isn't my favorite subject, but after spending a year studying only that (adding also the seventeenth century in France) I must say that creativity has done its magic, giving me ideas to write this story.



That's why I want to inform you that nothing of what is written in this book is copied by someone else and that the events have been completely written and conceived by my ingenious mind.
(not that It's something fabulous, but I must say that with this fanfiction I outdid myself) 



However, if you find some familiar phrases it won't be too strange, because if you take any historical TV series you will notice that the language is that and that the events are those.



I also wanted to ask you to respect all the characters as they are very dear to me and it is thanks to all of them if this story could make sense. 



You are free to hate and love whoever you want, but I ask you a minimum of consideration and demeanor in using insults that are too offensive (which could also annoy other readers).



And last but not least, all the behaviors and characters of the people used in this story are absolutely NOT taken from reality, simply modified according to the needs of the story.



Having said that, I ask you to vote if you like the chapter and comment so that I can understand if the story is appreciated or if I have to change something in my method of writing.



I apologize for any grammatical errors, but English is not my first language and I will eventually try to revise the chapters to correct them.



Last but not least, I wanted to thank staegma95  for the amazing covers that she did for this book, i'm so happy with the results! 
If you want, you can go check her portfolio, it's full of gorgeous and magnificent works. 



Thanks for reading everything, and since I was already boring enough, I'll let you start reading in peace :). 



-𝙸𝚊𝚎♡

"You think you're all that, don't you?"


 "I don't think. I know."


"So modest."


 "I'll soon rule the most powerful kingdom that currently exists. I don't believe modesty should be expected of me."



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Started: 5th May 2020
Ended: ?

Hi everyone my name is Anffann Ali 21 years old I am a young developer, black hair, black eyes, 1m74, normal build, mixed skin is this and my story or rather how things happened to me that you would not like to see happen to you.

(France: Anffann's house 10:30 pm)

Tap tap tap...

"And this is the last chapter of my high school DxD fanfiction posting on Webnovel.

Anffann: it took me 10 months to think about the plot of this story I hope people will like it 

(Author: it's not like it's my fault your stories are so lame)

Anffann: If I could have an adventure like these fanfiction characters with superpowers it's not like I'm going to be teleported by a mysterious entity, crushed by a kun truck or Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg coming in and sending me to another world because he thinks I have something special and entertaining him with my misadventures.

But I had to try the devil with my big mouth.

Dring dring dring 

I was going to check my cell phone to see my e-mails when someone rang the doorbell, I go to open it and I don't see anyone just a box with my name on it.

Anffann: I didn't order anything maybe a package ordered by Mom in my name as usual.

By opening the cardboard that was my surprise to see class cards and 7 of them (Saber, Archer, Caster, Assassin, Lancer, Berserker, Rider) 

"I don't remember buying this and then I look at the sender Zerono Akatsuki Kuoh Japan 
Zerono Akatsuki, I don't know why this name sounds familiar to me and Kuoh is not possible. 

???: It's interesting, isn't it?

I turn around to see an old man in his 70s when I see his face and clothes, I rub my eyes and think "it can't be him" and I tell him

Anffann: Who were you and how did you get home?

??? You already know who I am as a young man

I know who he is but I wonder why he's here or even if he should exist he's a fictional character and even if he is who I think he is it means that something will happen to me I take a breath.

Anffann: Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, Vampire, Le Marchale Magique and owner of the Kaleidoscope

Clap, clap, clap, clap

Anffann: These cards are from you and who is this Zerono Akatsuki?

Zelretch: that's for you to find out.

And he gave me a piece of paper, spinning my hand to open it and the message said "Look at your feet signed Old man with a kaleidoscope". I looked at my feet to see only emptiness underneath it and I shouted 

Anffann: Zelretch!

Shouting with my whole being as I fell. 
In a white room with a TV an old man and a young man follow everything that happened.

??? : So how are you going to survive your little adventure Anffann-kun or rather Zerono-kun.

Zelretch: Still, it's a little cruel to send him like that without explaining anything to him, but he'll have to deal with it. Show how you will differentiate yourself from your predecessors shônen.

??? : If by doing it my way or yours it wouldn't be fun and he's very smart he'll be able to handle it.

That's how my adventure began.

My name Zerono M. Akatsuki I'm known under different names as Chosen One, Legacy of Sparda, Hao Ryu (Supreme Dragon), etc.

But I'm actually just a simple human with the power of the Gamer who was sent to another world to entertain a troll of vampires who can travel between dimensions and a god (the author) who loves to see me get out of the most ridiculous situation than the others.

Join me my new family and friends in this new world base of DxD and others.

I have no rights to high school DxD, Fate and other anime, manga and games present in this story only my original characters.

First fanfiction I write and my English is not very good but I will try to be as concrete as possible

I was inspired by some fanfiction on webnovel (Runcorn, ImBoredSoMeh) and fanfiction.com (NickTheHun, fg7dragon) follow their work.

It was the start of June and the start of the summer season in Britain. Quinn sat in the backyard of the West Manor, enjoying the first sunny morning of the season. He thought about his life since coming to this world. And, having been in this world for a few months, he could say that except for the presence of magic and seeing it used every day, his life was the same as a four-year-old child.

He was learning how to read and write, draw, and did all the activities a four-year-old child did. But, there were some other things that he thought were not usual for a child his age. He was being taught two languages at the same time. While everybody else in the West Manor talked to Quinn in English, Quinn's grandfather, George, talked to him in French.

Quinn's late grandmother, George's wife, Maria, was born and raised in France. Maria's mother tongue was French, so George had learned French for her. Now, he was teaching his grandchildren to speak the language that his wife spoke. Quinn's sister, Lia, studied in Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic, so reading and writing french was a prerequisite for studying at that school.

Other than learning two languages, he was also learning how to play the piano and weekly lessons of formal ballroom dancing.

He practiced the correct posture of sitting, standing, and walking. He had to eat every meal with correct table manners. Quinn learned formal speech, how to speak according to different situations, and family history. He also learned basic maths.

Quinn had to be honest; learning all these new things was fun and challenging. West Manor didn't have a TV, so Quinn had to do something to keep himself occupied, and learning all the things kept him occupied, so he didn't get bored, but there was one takeaway, Quinn had to pretend to learn at a slower pace to maintain his cover as a small child. But, it turned out that pretending all day long was extremely taxing and frustrating. Pretending to forget concepts, making mistakes, learning things that he understood at once was frustrating beyond words.

Quinn had motor skills and mental capacity far surpassing that of a child, so he learned to dance quickly, but he had to pretend by stepping on his instructor's toes. He had to make mistakes on the piano despite having learned the material correctly. He had to pretend to count on his fingers when doing maths and mispronounce names of people and places taught in family history.

And it turned out that all of this wasn't enough, as even with Quinn pretending to make mistakes, he was still learning at an exceptional pace. Subjects like formal dancing, piano lessons, Frech, and Family History were new to Quinn, so he didn't know the normal pace of learning for a four-year-old, but he was clear about Maths. So, when he was suddenly taught a concept at a much higher level for a four-year-old, he realized that he had paced himself incorrectly.

But, it was too late, and Quinn couldn't slow down his learning at this point, and Quinn didn't think that he could slow down, as anything slower than this would drive him crazy. So, Quinn decided to learn whatever the adults taught him and hope they won't go overboard, or he would seriously have to pretend to be dumber, and that was antagonizing.

All of this was the plus side of things in Quinn's life. Now, let's come to the downside of his life. Quinn couldn't do any magic; no matter how much he tried to get access to his magic, he couldn't move a single thing or perform any magic.

Now, if Quinn was a mainstream Harry Potter, who only watched the movies and read the books, then he wouldn't have felt down about not being able to perform magic, but you see, Quinn wasn't your mainstream fan. But no, Quinn was an extensive fanfiction reader. Quinn, in his previous life, had read more fanfiction than the original work. He had read fanfiction characters doing wandless magic, and he wanted to accomplish that, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't do a single piece of magic.

But, it was not Quinn's fault that he couldn't do magic. He didn't know anything about magic theory and didn't have any access to any text regarding magic. And, he didn't have access to wands as people were protective of their wands and didn't like to hand them over to anyone. Plus, Quinn was educated not to ask anyone of their wands, so asking someone for their wand was out of the question.

All Quinn could do was keep trying to bring out the magic within himself, but nothing worked. Every day he failed to do magic. But, Quinn wasn't going to give up his pursuit of wandless magic. He knew that it was possible, and he knew it was possible to do it at a young age as a young Tom Marvalo Riddle was able to do magic without a wand before ever knowing that he had magic.

Quinn positively believed that he would be able to achieve wandless magic soon, but what Quinn didn't know was that it would be a while before he could start on his magical journey.

Another thing that irked Quinn was that he was under constant supervision, at anytime an adult was around him, watching him so that the accident wouldn't repeat itself. But, that was a huge hindrance for Quinn as it turned out that a child glaring at a ball for tens of minutes was weird, so Quinn couldn't practice magic without them asking questions, which Quinn would rather not answer.

Quinn realized that if he wanted to make quick progress with his magic, he would need to understand how magic worked, and he knew exactly how to get the resources to get his magical knowledge kickstarted. He just needed to wait for a couple of weeks to start his plan.

(Scene Break)

Quinn sat on the living room sofa, swinging his feet while drinking a glass of apple juice. He was excited as today was the start of his plan of getting a start on learning magic. A faint smile graced his face as he bought up the glass to take another sip of the juice.

Elliot, who was sitting on a chair near Quinn, saw him smiling, and a smile of his own made its way on his own face as he could guess why Quinn was smiling, but he decided to ask,

"Young master, why are you smiling?"

Quinn looked at Elliot, and his smile turned to a grin, "I get to see Lia after so long. I am excited to see her."

This wasn't the first time he would meet her, she had returned home for the Easter holiday, and he had gotten to spend time with his elder sister, and he had gotten to know her, and it was true that Quinn was excited to meet Lia. Quinn's planned heavily depended on Lia's personality, and he was sure that if things went according to plan, by the end of this week, he would have his hand on the things he needed to get started on learning magic.

Elliot, who heard Quinn, wouldn't believe it if someone told him the things that were going inside the mind of his young master.

It took another half hour before Polly, the house-elf, informed them that the master and young miss had arrived home via the floo. Quinn got down from the couch and patiently waited for Lia and George to enter the living room with bright eyes. It was when a brunette young girl with stone grey eyes ran into the living room and gave a bright smile the moment she saw Quinn and hugged him the moment she reached Quinn.

Quinn laughed as she spun him around, and she responded with giggles of her own.

Unlike Quinn, Lia was eleven years old when she lost their parents and was at school when she got the news that news. This caused a huge impact on her, as after that, she became quite overprotective of Quinn. The elder sister request letters on Quinn every single week and was quite doting on her younger brother. When Lia heard about the incident, while happy for Quinn for doing accidental magic for the first time, she was also quite angry because of the circumstances that the magic had shown itself in a dangerous incident.

From what Quinn had heard, Lia had written a strong-worded letter to George regarding what she thought of this incident and criticized him for the lack of care for Quinn, and when she had returned home for Easter break, she had kept a strict eye on the new arrangements. Lia was scared of losing her baby brother after losing her parents that caused her to spoil Quinn whenever she got the chance.
(Scene Break)

Quinn knew about Lia's doting behavior, so he decided to take advantage of that, and after giving her a couple of days to decompress at home, he decided to make his move. And, an excellent opportunity presented itself to Quinn.

One day, Quinn and Lia were playing in her room, but after some time, Lia felt a little sleepy, and before she knew it, she had nodded off, and that gave Quinn the perfect opportunity to execute his plan, so he went to the bookshelf in Lia's room. He browsed the bookshelf and tried to find the first-year textbook on Magic Theory, but the moment he looked at the books he froze, and a moment later slapped himself on the back of his head.

Quinn planned to pick the textbook on Magic Theory and then pretend to treat it like a toy, and when Lia tried to take it from him, he would throw a tantrum so that Lia would let him keep the book as she had already passed her fourth year, and wouldn't need a first-year textbook. He knew that Lia would go soft on him and let him keep it, and then he would carry that book everywhere so that everyone would know that the book was from Lia and no one would try to take it from him.

But, he had forgotten a simple detail that had just screwed up his whole plan, which was that all of Lia's books were in French.

"You moron!". Quinn whispered to himself as he slapped himself on the forehead. "How could I forgot that Beauxbaton Academy Of Magic is in friggin' France! Of course, the books would be in French!"

Quinn started to pace in the room as he felt miserable about himself and his failed plan. He was so sure about himself and that his plan would work without a hitch, but his first plan had failed spectacularly. After failing to do magic for months, this plan's failure had put Quinn's morale down.

He hadn't been in Lia's room a lot, and this was the first time after thinking of this plan, so he hadn't thought about the books being in French. The location of Beauxbaton Academy Of Magic had completely slipped his mind, and Quinn knew that this was an idiotic mistake, but one that had derailed his whole plan. Even though Quinn was learning French from his grandfather, he wasn't nearly as good as to read a book of that level and completely understand it.

He sighed as he sat down on Lia's bed, and in the silent room, he found himself retrospecting, something he hadn't done in a couple of months, or to be accurate, he had avoided retrospecting about his life and how he got here.

There had been a few times when the atmosphere in the West Manor had been exceptionally joyous, and the merry vibe had sometimes made Quinn think of himself as an outsider. He would think that he had stolen life from the original Quinn. Seeing people around him laughing and having fun would lead him to think that if he really belonged here.

Something that haunted Quinn was that from the memories of the original. He knew that the fall from the window wasn't the reason for the original's death. Quinn had seen that magic had broken the impact, and it was after that the original had blacked out. It made Quinn think about if he was the one who had taken over the body while the original was weak after using magic and somehow eradicated the original's soul. Quinn had tried to assure himself that he wasn't in this body willingly and that he shouldn't be held accountable, but nevertheless, Quinn couldn't help but feel the guilt and shame on his part as even if unwillingly, he had taken a child's life from him.

Quinn sighed as he laid on Lia's bed, and while his retrospection went into negative loathing, he too fell asleep and thus came to an end of Quinn's plan to get started on magic as soon as possible.

(Scene Break)

It had taken Quinn a while to get back up on his feet and start working on magic again.

He knew that he couldn't get access to his grandfather's office where the manor's library resided. And, even if he could, he wasn't sure if he could gain what he needed as there might not be a basic-level magic theory book in that library.

He also knew that it would take a good while for his French to get to an appropriate level. So, Quinn decided to scrap the plan of gaining insight via theory and was back to his previous hit-and-trial method, and the result came exactly one year after coming to this world. And, even though Quinn didn't know it at that time, he had witnessed one of the most basic yet one of greatest mystery and core concepts of magic.

It was exactly one year after Quinn had transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter. He had worked on gaining magic every day for a whole year, and he had nothing to show as a result of his hard work. Plus, being raised in a magical household made it all more antagonizing for Quinn. He was surrounded by magic every day.

And, it turned out that the fanfiction trope about the trace on children from magical families not working because of being surrounded by magic doing adults was true, as his sister Lia was allowed to do magic in the house.

The only reason a lot of children from magical backgrounds didn't do magic at home was that parents didn't allow it home as teens with magic could cause a lot of mess at home that they would not rather clean up after, and it was more of a matter of discipline at home. Lia was allowed to use magic as long as it was in a specific large empty room in the manor because that way, any possible damage would be minimized and contained.

Now, we could see Quinn lying in his room, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling drowning in frustration as he had just find out that today was the day exactly one year after his transfer. He had started his day all merry, his studies were going great, except for magic he was making great progress on all fronts. And, even though some of that stuff was easy for someone of his mental capacity, it still somewhat helped his bruised ego, but then lo and behold, he took another punch to the gut when he saw the date on the clock in the dining room, and his mood went into the dump.

Quinn flipped himself on the bed and mushed his face into the pillow, and groaned into it to show his frustration with himself. He then spent another ten-minutes groaning in his room, and after doing that, he sat upon his bed and stared at the ball in front of him.

Quinn had a lot of mixed feelings towards this specific ball. It was your average rubber ball, and Quinn had used this ball, trying to move it with magic, but for a whole year, he had just glared/stared at the ball, and the ball just sat there unmoving.

Adults around Quinn thought that this ball was Quinn's favorite toy as he spent a lot of time with it and carried it around with him all the time, but not for the reason they thought. They thought that Quinn liked the ball very much, while Quinn himself only kept the ball so that he could sneak in some practice when no one was looking.

As Quinn stared at the ball, something inside of him snapped, and anger welled inside of him, and he ended up yelling at the ball,

"Urgh! Why won't you move!"

And, it was then Quinn felt something move inside him. He felt a soft vibration in his body followed by a feeling of flow, and then Quinn's eyes widened as he saw the ball shot across the room and slammed itself on the wall in front of Quinn with great force, and then bounce off the wall and came back to hit Quinn on the face. He didn't dodge the ball because of the shock and took the hit.

"Oww!.. Hahaha!". Quinn laughed while tearing up because while his nose hurt, he was elated that he was able to do magic even though he knew it was accidental magic fueled by anger. Quinn knew that it was a start on his magical journey.

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Quinn West - Main Character  - 5 years old.
Lia West - Elder Sister - 15 years old (5th-year student)- Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic.
George West - Grandfather - Pushing 80 years old, Businessman.
Elliot Dalton - West Family Butler - Over 70 years old.

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Adam West - Father of Quinn and Lia West. (Deceased)
Aria West - Mother of Quinn and Lia West. (Deceased)
Maria West - Grandmother of Quinn and Lia West, George West's wife. (Deceased)

[A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

Follow Quinn West, who finds himself in the world of Harry Potter, but are things as they seem, is the world he has landed in the same as the one he once read about. 

Will Quinn able to find his way in this new world? Will he ever be able to feel like he belongs here?

What opportunity would the magic of this world provide him? Will it lead him to the light or drown him in the dark?

Tag along as Quinn makes his way into the world of magic as he discovers the secrets behind the infinite potential behind the magic that is within his grasp.

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This novel is my escape from the burnout that I suffered from my other novel. I have no solid plotline planned, there will be no definite release schedule. The reason for me writing is to improve my writing skills, light my brain cells.

As you know that there are so many Harry Potter Fanfictions out there, it is the largest FanFiction community out there, and as I write this novel, I don't have anything in my mind that isn't already out there, but I am trying to create a piece of transformative work that would pick up ideas from that wide community and create a work that would be enjoyable to read.

So, give this content a chance, and I hope that this novel would stand up to your expectations.

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DISCLAIMER:
I don't own any character other than my OCs.
The cover pic is also not mine.

Chapter 2: Dedication And Forward
Dedicated to every reader who waited so patiently for this book while I struggled to get my shit together. I am so, so sorry it took so long to get book #2 done. 
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for still being here after such a long wait.
I just hope against hope the wait was worth your while.
I promise I worked really hard and took plenty of time to give these three boys the book they deserved.
Forward
First off, if Bash and Edge took inspiration from Gossip Girl, then I’ve gotta admit that Mac, Theo, and Klein’s story was sparked by my undying love of season three in all the different variations of the show SKAM. The original Norwegian is my favorite, but the Belgian one and the French one play a close second. I love how they handle mental illness playing a part in the romance, and I love that both boys, in all the versions, have legitimate questions throughout about their feelings and intentions as they grow, separately and together.
Without being an expert, I would say that Mac probably struggles with a touch of antisocial personality disorder, and Klein clearly has symptoms of anxiety and depression. Mac’s situation was clear as I wrote book one, but Klein’s developed more as I created a backstory and full personality for him. They both have challenges when it comes to love and intimacy, which is why it became key to have a third person in the equation. Theo is the balance they both need. He is honestly the core of this whole book. I thought Mac would steal the show (because I’ve loved him since the first moment he popped up on the page), but it turns out our Allstar really deserves the title. <3
It has been a long time since we’ve been at Castle Pines, and I am so sorry about the delay. No, really, I feel awful about the lapse between books. :(
My initial plan was to get the three main books in this series out back to back all within the same year. If they found an audience and paid for themselves, I was going to expand the series in my free time. These stories are my diversion, a fun side project I don’t take too seriously. Though I still make absolutely certain I put out a quality book I have no regrets about writing. Who knows? I may decide to eventually put my professional pen name on the series down the road.
Unfortunately, nothing went to plan after I published Edge and Bash’s book, The Prep and The Punk.
I sold a traditional series under my real pen name to a big five publisher, and those books had to take precedent because I was under contract with them, and those are the books that pay my bills. (The first Boys Only book barely made enough money in sales to cover the cost of the cover and editing. I did not profit from it at all, so when I say I write them purely for fun, I BIG mean it.) I still had time to work on the Boys Only books at first, but then the publisher pushed forward my publication dates for the last two books in that series, and I was stuck having to devote nearly a full year to nothing but those three titles.
Then, I had a few things go haywire in my day-to-day life that required me to shut down all authoring and focus on myself and my family for several months. That put Imogene so far behind, I felt like she was never going to see the light of day again. 
Once things in my real life settled down, I made a promise to get the book done by the end of summer and actually started writing (believe it or not, I felt terrible and really guilty about leaving readers hanging for so long)… But then COVID hit. I didn’t stop working because of the lockdown, but I did find myself very distracted by all the news and everything unfolding all day long. It was a fight to keep focused, so while there were words finally written, there weren’t as many as I wanted. A book that should have taken me around three/four weeks to get a rough draft done ended up taking three months to get to The End.
I got there, even though the road was bumpy and ended up with a few more detours than anyone could plan for or anticipate.
Again, these stories are an indulgent side project. I write them for pure entertainment value, and because they are stories I really want to read. I’m here for a good time, nothing more and nothing less. I’m not trying to write life lessons or change the world. I’m not trying to educate and inform. I’m just having fun and I hope you feel the same. Seriously, don’t reach out and bitch about the fact that these boys are never in class even though the series is set in a school. Don’t complain (to me directly, at least) about the way the sports or extracurricular activities are unfolding because of the seasons in this story, please and thank you. This is what reviews are for. Feel free to unleash all you want in those bad boys. I know it can be cathartic... lol.
 WHAT I WRITE IS ALL ABOUT BEING FICTIONAL AND FANTASTICAL.
 It is all make-believe. I’m taking liberties to make the story flow and move at the proper pace. I’m writing whatever I feel will fit the characters and their storylines, even if it is obviously outrageous. If you want absolute accuracy, you’ll have to look for another author I’m afraid.
However, if you get to the end of this book, enjoy the ride, and end up wanting to know if book three will be a thing, the answer is absolutely YES! 
I just can’t say when, or if the wait will be shorter or longer than it was for Mac and his boys. In an ideal world, I’d get it out early next year, but I learned my lesson about making promises and plans I just cannot keep. 
Happy reading. I hope you love these boys as much as I do.
It feels so good to be back! <3 
Love, The Woman in Black,
Imogene

Theo Sandoval doesn’t belong here, there, or anywhere.
Klein Warren doesn’t believe in a damn thing.
Malachi ‘Mac’ O’Shea isn’t interested in trying to behave.
One wants to be the best but can’t get past his meager beginnings.
One wants to be famous but can’t overcome his crippling fear.
One wants to be free from the heavy chains of his dangerous legacy but has no way out.
Three young men from very different backgrounds, whose paths would never normally cross, will ultimately end up shaping each other's futures. With little in common and a million unanswered questions about the growing feelings between them, it shouldn’t be an easy feat for the three boys to fall in love. However, the past has proven that anything is possible at Castle Pines, an elite, boys only private school tucked away high in the Colorado mountains that brought these very different boys together.
Somehow this unexpected trio makes learning all about love and sex look effortless... until cold, hard reality comes crashing in.
The truth is, some differences are just too big to overcome, and making the choice to walk away from what you’ve always known can be impossible.

The Allstar The Rockstar and The Gangstar  is created by Imogene Kash, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author


ENGLISH NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE. YOU CAN READ IT WITH 'TRANSLATE' IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MY FANFIC. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER. I FIND COVER BOOK IN LUSCIOUSDOTNET, TELL ME IF OWNER OF THAT COVER WANT ME TO DELETE IT. IF YOU DONT LIKE MY STORY, JUST LEAVE IT. ENJOY AND BEWARE!

The reason why I do fanfiction is because...to let the world know that I exist. Even though my username is not my real name, but it proves that I exist.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute...that sounded a little bit cliché. I can't tell you my name because that would be an invasion of privacy or something like that. I can't tell you where I live, how old I am, or even my gender. Actually some fanfiction writers do put their real names in the author's note in one of the chapters of their fanfics. Anyways, I'll tell you some minor details about me. My username is Fanfictionismylife768239 and I've been a fanfiction writer for quite awhile.
I love to write fanfiction from my favorite fandoms which are Beauty & The Beast, How To Train Your Dragon, Brave 2012, Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, Pokémon, Lord of the Rings, Inuyasha, The Mummy, NCIS, The Witcher, Big Hero 6, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Naruto, Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Legend of Korra.
Fanfiction should be more than just some hobby. True that most famous people we know of were fanfiction writers before they decided to pursue on making something of their own work. For me, I want fanfiction to be legal to publish into novels. But then I noticed something about why Fanfiction can only be published online: The editing. What happens when you want to reedit a chapter, but it's already in print in ink? Now that would be a huge problem.
What would happen if some of us were only good at writing fanfiction and nothing else? What would happen to that someone?

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