ok but get this
a HP au fic in which after the war Harry’s just so fucking fed up with everything but not in a resigned sad way but like a little bit pissed in his “no need to call me sir, professor” sassmaster kinda way, and he as MOD just starts fucking with Death and Death is like look u little fucknugget i have work to do.
So they compromise by making Harry travel back in time (idk how they arrived to that conclusion, i’ll figure it out later, maybe Death was like YOU KNOW WHAT, why don’t i send you to bitch at the dude who’s actually to blame for al this) to when Tom is around 19/20 yrs old and working at Borgin & Burkes.
And then Harry sets up an obnoxiously cheerful flower shop right across the street where he has two skeletons holding flower pots and wearing bright orange aprons greeting people. The owner of Borgin & Burkes sends Tom regularly to try and get rid of the flower shop/convince Harry to at least move closer to Diagon Alley, and Harry’s like “no, because fuck you”.
Would anyone want to read 10K fic like this tho. IDK I’m sorry.
marlowfication 