Chapter 8; Day IIII
Harry sat up in bed. Drenched in sweat, light from his window pooling on his duvet. His forehead was dotted with sweat, and his shirt was damp and sticking to his back. His chest rose and fell unevenly. Someone knocked on his door.
“Harry, dear, would you like pancakes or waffles? Your choice, Gemma’s gone.” His mum asked.
Harry’s eyes fluttered shut as he fainted. His mother banged on the door. There was no answer.
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The Gifts -Narry & Ziam- (AU) *Completed*
FanfictionFive completely different boys, with five different beginnings, coming from five different hometowns are all bearers of wonderful powers. Telekinesis, wings, glass shards, a brain that fits things like puzzles, and hands that can heal. When each boy...
