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Harry Potter: The Crying Child

MidaSouls
The story of Norman Arthur Afton who accidentally stepped into the magical side of the word. The story starts in 1992 just after the melancholic 11th birthday of his. His life is quite sad and dull ever since his little sister disappeared a few months ago. His father didn't take it too well, he became overly protective of him, while he also started to neglected his older brother Michael. Norman had already noticed how his father was not the same ever since his mom died, his sisters' disappearance just amplified his grief. He rarely saw him nowadays, since he just locks away himself in his workshop and doesn't allow anyone in. This is an AU, somethings may not be really accurate to the original materials, but I will try to keep the story somewhat consistent. The really obvious deviation is the 10 year shift in time periods. While this may be controversial I like it personally especially since the FNAF timeline is messy at best while the Harry Potter timeline is pretty well documented and straight forward. Hello this is my second story, if you read my first one don't worry I will continue that as well, I just had a really stubborn idea that I wanted to practice with to make my story writing skills better. As always I hope you will enjoy this story I wrote most of it based on an old comic me and old friend used to draw in our free time.
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