A Handfasting in Little Whinging
(In which two lonely, bookish orphans lost in Darkest Surrey rescue each other.)
an Harry Potter fanfiction
by Andrew yclept Aelfwine
The characters and situations of the Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. They may not be used or reproduced commercially without permission. The use of these characters and situations is not to be construed as challenge to said copyright. They are merely borrowed for this work of non-commercial fanfiction, from which the author derives no financial benefit.
Warnings: Harry/Hermione. Pre-Hogwarts AU. Orphaned Hermione. Pre-teen marriage, with age-appropriate affection.
This was written in December. I have another part for it, which I'm not quite satisfied with, this being the reason why I've not posted the fanfic yet.
I'm posting it now in honour of J.K. Rowling's recent revelation. :-)
Harry Potter was ten years of age, and he'd lived with his aunt Petunia Dursley, his uncle Vernon, and his cousin Dudley at Number Four Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey for as long as he could remember. In the course of that time he'd learnt better than to openly express curiosity about anything that didn't concern him, which meant, of course, practically everything.
None the less, he was intensely curious about the world. Being denied the question as a means of learning, he'd learnt to be observant. There was nothing Harry liked better than a day after school when he wasn't meant to be home until it was time to prepare his family's dinner, because his aunt had nothing for him to do and didn't want to see his face. After all, it meant he could spend more time being observant in some place that was neither Saint Grogory's School nor Privet Drive.( Collapse )