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Chapter 1: September 1

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OC

Masterlist.

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"This is not the way, you daft shit." Yelled Kiara from the back seat at Ezra, the one behind the wheel.

"Oh god, we're all gonna die." Shouted Ezra tensing up, his eyes big as a plate and his hands turning white as the grip of the wheel tightened. "Help!!"

"You're stressing him out, Kiara." Tara glances back, glaring at her sister. "Shut up."

"I'm seeing it as it is." Kiara shrugged nonchalantly, looking out the window.

Tara sighs tiredly, turning back to Ezra. "You're doing well, Ez. Just take the next left."

Ezra nods, letting out a breath, his finger loosening. "Okay, okay."

"...I'm going to be late." Love stressed out, popping her head in between seats to look at her older sister and brother.

Ezra groaned again, head falling back. "You'll miss your train, and it's gonna be my fault."

"She won't, it's only 10:20," Tara said in exasperation, pushing Love's head back. "You'll be fine, Love."

Kiara rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "If it weren't for someone who decided to pass to Bloody KFC for chicken —"

"Kiara, I'm a man in growing and I need my daily dose of fast food, you know that." Whines Ezra, glancing at her through the mirror.

"Boy, more like and It's ten in the morning." She huffed, glancing back at him. "How did you expect to find KFC open at ten in the morning?"

"There was a chicken place back in Singapore that opened early." Ezra points out, trying to turn his head to look at Kiara. "My hopes were crushed, bloody western culture."

Tara moved his head to the front. "Eyes on the road."

"Bottom line is you should've let me drive," Kiara muttered.

"He needs to practice," Tara tells her calmly.

"Yeah, well, he's going to kill us all," Kiara said, using her finger to flick the back of Ezra's ears who grunted in annoyance, moving his hand to the back of his head to try and slap her hand off, although her hand wasn't there anymore. "I can see the headlines in the paper; the lovely daughters of the entrepreneur Evangeline Emerson and famous neurosurgeon Amani Emerson died in a car crash all thanks to their daft son, Ezra Emerson who lacked some sense of direction."

"Stop." The other three Emerson's snapped back at her, all in different tones, Tara sounded like her mum when she scolds them, Ezra sounded like he was about to cry and Love was just tired of her sister's antics.

Love slumped back on the leather seat turning her head to look at the passing urban scenery, ignoring her siblings' argument and silently wondering to herself if she was actually going to make it to Hogwarts this year.

Her fingers tapping on the seat, her heart unwillingly bumping harder while her mind rises.

She was on her brother's new car, a brand new red convertible BMW— a car wasn't even on the market yet— it was a gift from their mothers for passing his driver's test, although Love often wonders how was that possible since as Kiara stated Ezra lacked any sense of direction and only thought with his stomach.

Her feet began tapping the moulded carpet, her breathing coming in quickly as worry settled in her brain.

What if she doesn't actually make it? What is she going to do? Go to a muggle school? It doesn't seem bad, but starting from zero in a new school, stressing over meeting new people, having to study the new material, and being the new girl made Love's stomach turn upside down.

No, no you're overthinking, she reminds herself. That's not going to happen. Everything will be fine.

Breathe in and out.

Love, to distract herself, looked through her satchel and grabbed her journal, the wanderlust as she likes to call it. In that journal Love wrote about everything and anything, like the swot that she was, from vacation to her feelings; her worries, fears and joys, sometimes she uses it to draw but the drawings were awful.

Writing calmed her, it felt as if writing down her thoughts and experiences kept trouble off her chest and lightened her stress levels down.

Her eyes moved to the last thing she wrote, about her vacation in Singapore. Her mothers finally got some time off of work and decided to spend it in Singapore. Love thought it was an amazing idea as she had never been to that part of Asia before, Bali, Hong Kong, Goa, Kuala Lumpur and a few others but never Singapore.

It was a beautiful city, with beautiful culture and lovely people. They usually spend the day biking to places, the markets, botanic gardens, but mostly beaches or in their mum's yacht, sealing to distant islands, unless her siblings wanted to do something different; Tara wanted to visit museums, Kiara wanted to shop and Ezra wanted to go desperately to the food centre, Love usually just like to follow her older siblings around or just stay with her mums or cuddle up with a book and snacks.

That was how most of her summer went, family time... until her mum found a great business deal with some old Japanese man about a massive building he wants a to build, causing her vacation to be cut short as her mum had to leave early.

Fortunately, her Ma didn't, so they decided to spend the last of summer with their grandparents, Abuelito Alberto and Abuelita Maria, they lived in Cuetzalan, a town in southwest Mexico, in the rocky mountains of Puebla.

The town and house her grandparents live in are completely different from what the Emerson children are accustomed to, the town is surrounded by beautiful coffee plantations, caves, grottoes, and movie-worthy forest landscapes covered in fog and their small house, made out of terra cotta, with only three rooms and a single bathroom, (which to get the hot water you'll need to get a bucket of water and heat the water up in the oven) is completely opposed to the urban scenery of London and their multi-room chateau house.

Sadly, once there she didn't get to spend much time with her Ma either as she liked to volunteer at the local hospital and they usually needed the extra help so she spend most of the day there, it didn't bother Love, as she knows her mother is helping people, it was a little disappointing she didn't spend a longer time with her children but what made it better was that they get to stay with their grandparents all day.

Regardless of the differences, Love adores visiting her grandparents, her Abuelita Maria, she was a small woman, her skin was olive coloured which was always soft, she usually wore her white hair in a tight bun which reminded her of McGonagall and always wore flower print clothes. Whenever they come to visit she makes them wake up at the earliest hours of the day to clean the house while listening to old tunes of hers or to stroll down the town's cobblestone streets, which resemble a storybook scene to the markets. The latter has always been Love's favourite activity because of the restaurant at the end of the market, Lolitas, they sell the best tacos which she usually eats with a cold bottle of coca-cola, that combination after a humid, busy day of shopping is heavenly.

Her Abuelo Alberto or Abuelo Beto as Love likes to call him, was a lot taller than her grandmother, his skin was more tan than hers too, and his white hair was always covered by his sombrero charro. Abuelo Beto is the cook of the house, he makes the best Pozole, Chiles en nogada, Elotes and a lot more, he usually recruits Love or one of her siblings to help him in the kitchen while sending the others to grab cilantro or bottles of jarritos from the market, but normally, she would volunteer to help him in the kitchen, she learned a lot about him that way.

When Abuelo Beto cooks he likes to listen to old tunes, his favourites were Vicente Fernandez or UB40, he likes to sway and sing with them trying to mimic the singer's high notes, he also often enjoys telling stories of his youth as he gives her a taste of whatever he's cooking, like about his first job in a bakery, or his first girlfriend, or how he used to wish to have finished his education to give a better life to her mamá and abuelitos back then or how he and his friend used to ride wild bull's whilst being drunk off their ass — thought he warned her that she should never do that.

It was all great but her favourite part of her visit is the weekends, when they visit Abuelo Beto's ranch where she could ride her horse, Peggy short for Pegasus, he was an Appaloosa horse with gorgeous colours. Love would ride Peggy all day with her siblings each with their own horses, and then, at night, they build a bonfire and her abuelito would cook carnitas for all the farm staff and his family before getting too drunk, bring out his guitar and start singing his rancheras to abuela maria at the top of his lungs.

Ultimately she wasn't that disappointed that her time in Singapore ended since she got to spend time with her grandparent but she was disappointed she didn't get to spend much time with her mothers.

"Love." Kiara's annoyed voice snapped her out of her daydream. "If this overgrown fish touches me even the slightest I'm throwing it out the window."

Love gasps before looking down, in between them there was her toad, Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops Emerson, or just Hoppy. A Greenish, fat amphibian with dry skin, warts, and crests behind his yellow eyes. In other words Love's adored pet.

"Don't you dare, Kiara." She said, picking the toad up and placing it on her lap. "He's doing nothing to you."

Kiara scoffs, sending Hoppy a disdainful look."His mere existence is an offence to me, honestly why did you even want a slimy frog? Does everyone in that school of yours have one too?"

Love rolled her eyes, she runs a finger over hoppy's back causing him to croak. "Not all of them, some students have cats or owls or rats."

"And you happen to pick the most disgusting pet of them all."

"Hoopster's not disgusting." Huff's Ezra, in offense, sends Kiara a look from the mirror. "He's one cool ass toad."

"Only he's not." Argue Kiara with an eye roll.

"He's too." Said both, Love and Ezra.

"Not"

"Is too."

"Not"

"Is too."

"Not–

"Enough," Tara warns from the front seat, making them all shut up, she sighs loudly, before turning to the boy behind the wheel. "Ezra, turn on the next right."

"Yeah, yeah... and Right is—" Ezra mumbled, confused.

Tara sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The direction of the hand you write with."

Ezra's eyes light up in realization. "Oh yes, yes."

"God, how dumb can you be, Ezra," Kiara murmurs with a huff.

"Oh, shut up Kiara, no one's talking to you," Ezra yelled angrily.

Ezra started to yell at Kiara and she yells back whilst Tara shouted things at both of them.

Love sighs vexingly, looking at her watch and then through the window to the familiar streets of London. "Rowena please, let me be on time or at least in one piece."

🤍

"Bye, baby lolo." Ezra hugged her, lifting her up. "I'm going to miss you, baby sis,"

They finally arrived at King Cross, only they didn't enter the station as Ezra parked in a no-parking zone and they couldn't leave the car alone.

Love grunted, trying to pry off her brother's hug. "I have to go, Ezra."

"I already miss you so much," Ezra whined, not letting her go.

Love loves her brother to death as she did with all of her siblings, he's always been her partner in crime, they always got each other back but he can be a little dramatic and over the top which is one of the reasons she adores him but since she started going to Hogwarts, it was an issue.

Love sends Tara a pleading look, she smiles and taps Ezra on the shoulder. "Ezra let her go, we have to say our goodbyes too."

Finally, he lets her go but not before squeezing the breath out of her one last time. Once free, Love hugged Tara who hugged her back tightly. "I'll miss you, baby Lolo."

"You need to stop calling me that." Love mumbled on her sister's shoulder. "It's embarrassing, only mum calls me that."

There was a sad tone lacing her voice, making Tara hug her harder.

"Listen, I know you wanted Mum and Ma here but–"

"They are working, again." Sighs Love, letting go of her sister, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her tone. "I know."

Tara sends her a tight smile as Love turned to Kiara and smiles at her who smiled back. Kiara was not big on physical touch, she much rather shows affection in actions rather than words or hugs.

"Truth to be told." Kiara pinches Love's cheek. "I'm not going to miss you that much, Baby Lolo."

"Kiara, that's your sister and she's leaving." Ezra sniffles, sending Kiara a teary look.

Kiara rolled her eyes letting go of Love's cheeks. "Not forever, we'll have this little rat shit back by Christmas."

"Hey–"

"Now go on and be great, with your lil blue dress."

"I..." Love frowns, looking down at herself. "what's wrong with my dress?"

"Nothing," said Tara, sending an annoyed look at Kiara who shrugged. "Now go or you'll really be late. Oh, send Padma and Emma our greetings."

"Yeah, okay." Love mumbled, grabbing her trolley, and placing her journal under her arm. "Bye, see you on holiday."

"Bye, baby Lolo." They all yelled after her rather loudly, making Love send a glare over her shoulder as several muggles stared at her. "We'll miss you."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake." Love mumbles to herself but a soft smile made its way to her face. She did love her siblings, regardless of how embarrassing they are.

The station was buzzing with life, witches and wizards were seeing their children onto the train as the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet steam engine, puffing smoke over a platform. Unfortunately, Love didn't appreciate it as she usually does because her mind was occupied with her sister's words.

Love knows Kiara didn't mean it with evil intentions, she says things like that all the time with no real meaning but she was the one with more style in the family, hence why she was making Love overthink her choice of wardrobe.

She liked the dress and it was probably the last time she'll wear it in a while since the Autumn season was about to start meaning the weather is going to be chilly, not for a dress. Looking down at her clothes, Love sighed, thinking she should have to wear something else, anything else, she probably looks awful.

"Love." Someone called cutting her train of thoughts. "Love."

Looking ahead, she found Padma Patil between the many people, waving and smiling at her. Love mirrors her actions, smiling back before making a beeline toward her while Padma was waving her hand, mouthing her to be quick.

Change is something Love disliked, although she knows change is constant and inevitable, she dislike the thought of the unknowing outcomes of it, coming to Hogwarts and learning about magic was great, amazing even but it was a sudden change, her life went from coming home from school to her family every afternoon to going to Scotland for a year, to an unknown castle, with people she didn't know, to learn from zero about the magic world not knowing if she was actually cut for it, it was nerve-racking and if that was not enough, she was alone, and if there's something Love hated was being alone.

The first night at Hogwarts Love got terribly homesick, enough for a few tears to fall from her eyes and a runny nose as she thought about her family but fortunately, her roommate heard her from her own bed, Padma Patil.

She opened the curtains of Love's bed shamelessly and ask if she was alright.

Love was quick to reassure her that she was okay but Padma was stubborn, so Love give in and told her she missed her family, that made Padma sit next to Love and shared that she also missed her home as she always shared rooms with her twin sister, Parvati Patil who was sorted into Gryffindor unlike them. Knowing that she wasn't the only one feeling homesick made Love at ease and both girls spent most of the night talking about each other and their families. After that night, the two girls were attached to the hip.

Amidst lost in her thoughts, Love didn't notice the boy in her way until they collide.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Love said, quickly glancing at who she had bumped into, she only notice emerald green eyes before looking away and continuing making her way towards Padma.

"Love." Padma hugged her once she was within arm's length, forcing Love to hug back.

"I missed you." Love said once they parted."Where's Parvati?"

"She already left to find Lavander." Padma rolled her eyes as she grabbed Love's trunk and helped her load it on the train. "Ugh, don't make me talk about her, she's wearing my favourite shirt even though I told her I wanted to wear it today, now she's going to stretch it."

"You're identical twins, I don't think she'll stretch it that much." Love told her with a laugh.

"Can you be on my side, please?" Huffs Padma, making Love hold her hand up innocently. "And regardless of that, she's wearing my shirt as if she didn't have her owns."

"Well, that's how sisters are, annoying." Love shrugged as the train whistled one last time alerting them that it was time to go, "Have you seen Emma?"

Padma shook her head. "No, but he's probably already in one compartment, shooing everyone away."

Love laughs, shaking her head, knowing Emmanuel Salazar had the tendency of not letting people he didn't know to sit with him, which was just about the entire Hogwarts population with the exception of Padma and herself. "Yeah, let's go find him."

🤍

Gryffindors are supposed to be daring, bold, have nerves of steel, and ready to take anything thrown at them. To be a Gryffindor is to be brave at heart... but whenever his eyes found her, Harry Potter's heart was anything but brave.

"Mum, please stop." Harry mumbled quietly, cheeks a little pink as his mother, Lily, was yet again trying to 'brush' his unruly dark locks, which were short and just barely falling over his forehead.

"Sorry sorry. I'm just a little nervous, that's all." She said, smiling down at him warmly, looking slightly concerned. "Are you sure you don't want to stay home this year?"

Harry sighed softly, tired of discussing this situation with her. He knows she's worried for him, she always does, maybe more often than a regular mother would but given their history it is to expect and he doesn't blame her for it but it's slightly tiring.

He opened his mouth to tell her the same answer he had told her every time she asked if he wanted to stay for the year but before he could his father, James, did it for him.

"He'll be fine, Lilypad." He said grinning, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze. "Won't you, Harry?"

He nodded while also grinning at his mother. "I reckon last year was more dangerous—"

His father squeezed his shoulder again, looking down at him with big eyes. "Let's not give your mother another reason to worry, son."

Lily gives James a long, warning look. "This year is different, I don't want him out there by himself, not when he's on the loose."

James purses his lips, frowning, he's also worried for his son, of course he is and knowing how Harry usually goes head first into danger, much like himself, he should also want him to stay back with them, which deep down he does, but he didn't want his son to miss Hogwarts, to be robbed of the best years of his life for situations he couldn't control, for situations no one could control.

"It's Hogwarts darling, the safest place." He gave her a soft smile, hoping to put her worries at ease or settle them enough for Harry to get inside the train. "Albus and Minnie will be there with him and if that's not enough our Moony would be there too."

"And Ron and Hermione," Harry added.

"Fine, alright..." Lily sighs, she looks between them, she knew arguing with them, who share the same hot-headed and recklessness, was futile, not to mention, Harry shared her same stubbornness, although she will never admit it he got it from her out loud. "But you better owl us if anything happens, and I meant it, Harry."

"If he won't Remus will, darling," James said, smiling triumphantly at his son who was smiling back.

"I know." Lily sighs, running a hand over harry's hair affectionately. "Just make sure to listen to what we've told you."

"I will, I promise."

"Okay, time for a family hug," James said, he nudged Harry towards his mother while also wrapping his arm around her waist and squeezing them all together.

"We'll miss you, son," James mutters, kissing his son's hair.

Lily's arms tightened around him. "Too much."

"Yeah, yeah..." Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but tighten his hold on them. "'l'll miss you too."

"Where's Sirius?" Lily asked once they let go of each other.

"He's with Moony, saying his goodbyes," James told her, but his eyes also roamed the station to try and spot his best friends, although he knows it's useless because they usually sneak off to snog, like a couple of teenagers in love.

"Of course— Oh, there's Molly," Lily smiled at something from behind Harry's shoulder, making him turn.

It was easy to spot the Weasley family, as all seven of them had fiery redheads and were naturally loud, something the Potters usually find amusing.

"Harry." Ron greeted him as if they hadn't seen each other the day before.

"Hey Harry." Said Hermione Granger, who had spent the night at the burrow with Ginny who was also smiling at him. "Hi."

"Hey." He tells them, smiling back while his parents talk with Molly and Arthur Weasley in hush tones.

"Have you been here for a while?" Asked Hermione, carrying her new cat, Crookshanks, an orange Kneazle.

"Not really."

"We would have been early if it wasn't for Ron, who surprise surprise, wouldn't wake up." Ginny rolled her eyes making Ron glare at her.

"Fred and George woke up later than I did, they always do, tell them, Harry."

Harry went to answer but a familiar shade of honey blonde hair caught his eyes, making his heart skip a beat as it usually did whenever they were in the same room.

There she was, Love Emerson, the bane of Harry's bravery.

He would be lying if he said he didn't thought about her during the summer holidays. The memory of her was constant in his mind, like, whenever he was unable to sleep, he liked to recall the way her hair fall over her face when she was writing something down or when he had caught himself thinking of her smile whenever she talked to Padma or her other friend whose name he doesn't know, it would be a rabbit hole for him one thing would make him think of another, and then another and then another for only to be brought back to reality when his father called his name in the middle of a 1v1 Quidditch game on the fields on the back of his house.

But now, looking at her in present time, his fleeting memories couldn't be compared to the real Love.

She was wearing a pretty blue flowery summer dress, a muggle jacket, like the ones Hermione uses sometimes, and white trainers. Her hair longer than he remembered, shinier, but it looked good on her, especially by the way the dim light of the sun was hitting it, you could see some golden strands on them, her skin was sun kissed and had a constellation of freckles dotting the skin below her pretty blue eyes.

And her smile, Merlin her smile... that's when Harry he came to the surprising realization that Love Emerson was smiling at him, she was waving at him, coming his way.

His hand subconsciously went to his hair, running a hand over his black hair, quickly yet nervously, a smile stretching on his face as he mirrored her actions all the while his heart was pumping madly.

And then, she bumps into him.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, with a quick glance and an apologetic smile before walking past him.

It was embarrassing, he was crushing on a girl who barely acknowledged his existence.

He was bewitched by her, no pun intended, absolutely infatuated and the worst part is that he had never actually spoken to her before.

"Harry." Ron called him, snapping him out of his train of thought.

"Yes, sorry." He clears his throat, looking at his friends. "What were you saying?"

"Are you alright?" Ginny asks, concerned. "You seemed a bit out of it."

"Yeah I'm fine." He quickly said, giving her a smile.

"Who were you waving at?" Asked Hermione, looking at where Harry was just smiling and waving a few moments ago. "Was it that girl?"

"Uh..." he shared a look with Ron who was giving him a knowing look, as the only one who knew about his crush on the Ravenclaw.

"She left this book behind, reckon it fell of her bag or something." Ginny said, picking up the odd looking book that was on the ground.

She didn't waste a minute before opening it and reading it;

August 23, 1992

The Maldives are truly gorgeous, the beaches are wonderful, the mountains and volcanoes are a sweet view and although it was raining a bit that didn't stop us from spending our best time here.

Today I got to ride a jet ski, I thought i would look wicked cool on it, but I was soon to realized that I'm not made for it. Broken dreams. I fell like five times in the first three minutes, mum had to ride it with me, it was proper embarrassing, even more so when after I cling into mum for my dear life I realized that the handsome tour guide was there too (whom had an obvious crush on Tara but we don't talk about that per her request.) On the bright side I got a pretty nice tan from the day at the beach.

My head is slightly pounding because Ezra and Kiara won't stop fighting over who gets the hammock, and it it's not like there's just one hammock there are plenty but the one they are fighting for is the one with the batter view and—- oh, Ma just took claim over it, yes, finally a few moments of peace u too they figured about to what fight next.

Mum is thinking about buying an island here and build a villa for the family, I think she should. The Maldives are like heaven on earth.

"What is the Maldives?" Askes Ron, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

Hermione grabbed the book out of Ginny's hands and looked at the pictures of the views of the island. "It's a tropical place near India."

"Oh."

"Pretty pictures." Harry said, also looking at the book in Hermione's hands. His eyes settled on a picture of her and a boy, she was smiling and the boy was sticking his tongue out.

"Who's she?" Ginny asks, pointing at the picture Harry was staring at.

"I've seen her before." Hermione tells them, "I think she's a Ravenclaw."

"Love Emerson." Harry mumbles to himself but loud enough for the other to hear.

Ginny frowns, looking at Harry. "Do you know her?"

"He doesn't." Ron sniffles as laugh, ignoring the glare Harry was sending him. "He just fancies her."

"What?" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed, surprise.

The train whistle interrupted their conversation much to Harry's delight.

"Harry." Lily called, moving towards him. "It's time for you all to board the train— what have you done to your hair?"

But just as she started to brush his hair again, James appeared grabbing his wife's hand softly. "He's looking handsome already, Lily, he shares my genes, after all."

He winked at Harry.

Lily huffed vexingly but didn't move her hand out if James's hold before looking down at Harry with softer eyes. "Be good, alright son."

"But not that good." Sirius made himself known, as he wraps an arm around his god son's shoulders giving it a comforting squeeze. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"So, I should do what you'd do?"

Sirius smirked down at him with pride. "A brill, you are."

"Where's Moony?" James asks, looking around for his friend.

"Already on the train—"

The train started to blow steam, alerting the family that it was about to start moving.

"As should you, Harry, go on now, look for your uncle."

With his last goodbyes, Harry ran to the compartment door and Ron threw it open and stood back to let him on. They leaned out of the window and waved at their families until the train turned a corner and blocked them from view.

Lily sighs, staring at the retrieving train, leaning against James who holds her tightly as if afraid she'll run after the moving vehicle.

"Nothing will happen to him." James mumbles on her red hair.

"We also thought the same for the past two years... look at what happened."

James also sighs, because as much as he puts a happy face in front of his son he couldn't help but feel his stomach twist awfully whenever he leaves to Hogwarts but there's really nothing he could do about it.

"If something does happen darling, Sirius and I will be there the next minute."

"We got a free ticket." Sirius nodded solemnly, hands behind his back. "We can show up whenever we want, for security."

"See Lily, it'll be fine, I'm sure."

Lily sighs, glancing at her husband's hazel eyes before nodding, trying her best to believe in his words. "He'll be fine."

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***Best of the 1st Half of 2021: ALBUM EDITION ***

...From the better late than never files...

I realize one or two weeks in real world time is the equivalent of two or three years in music consumption time, so there is a better than average chance that most of you have not thought of what the best rap projects are for the first half of 2021 since July 4th weekend...

And full disclosure, I wrote the paragraph above way back in July and then immediately got sidetracked. Whoops. 😬

Now here we are, summer’s over and A LOT of new music has dropped since 7/1, with plenty more to come! So perhaps now is a great time to remind folks of some of the fantastic work that dropped in the first half of 2021? This is more of an act of housekeeping for me, because it helps remind me of great albums that should still be considered new works of art, but per the social media cycle, they unfairly fall into the geriatric bin by year’s end.

SO HERE ARE / WERE MY PICKS FOR THE BEST RAP PROJECTS OF THE FIRST HALF OF 2021* (top 50 + oodles of Honorable Mentions)

[*projects had to be released by June 30th in order to receive consideration]

10. TIME by Your Old Droog

9. Free Dem Boyz by 42 Dugg

8. Unlearning Vol. 1 by Evidence

7. Death and the Magician by DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz

6. With The Shifts by Maassai

5. All The Brilliant Things by Skyzoo

4. Call Me If You Get Lost by Tyler, the Creator

3. Haram by Armand Hammer & The Alchemist

2. Disco! by MIKE

1. Pray For Haiti by Mach-Hommy

***Rest of the Top 50***:

11. Akai Solo & Navy Blue

12. Nappy Nina & J Words

13. Rahiem Supreme x Al.divino

14. Navy Blue - Navy’s Reprise

15. Lloyd Banks - COTI

16. Good Gas x Fki 1st x Band Gang Lonnie Bands

17. Real Late by Peter Rosenberg (and Various Artists)

18. Bruiser Brigade - TV62

19. Mother Nature & Boathouse

20. SIDESHOW

21. Wiki & Nah

22. al.divino x Mr. Rose

23. MAVI

24. Durk & Baby

25. Breeze Brewin

26. Akai, YL & Roper

27. Lil Yachty

28. Sleeper Sinatra

29. J. Cole

30. J Scienide & Kev Brown

31. Lord Apex

32. Ransom

33. Valee & Kiltkarter

34. Pap2oo4

35. Kipp Stone

36. Jay NiCE & Machacha

37. Namir & L’Orange

38. Jim Jones & Harry Fraud

39. Babyface Ray

40. Asun Eastwood

41. Raz Fresco

42. BYAKUGAN! by Estee Nack

43. Young Nudy

44. Pro Zay

45. Hus Kingpin

46. Mfn Melo & squeakPIVOT

47. Teller Bank$

48. Gucci Mane

49. Big Ghost & Conway

50. Tee Grizzley

Honorable Mentions (all belong in my Top 50, but I can only pick 50) - in no particular order:

Curren$y, Rome & Ank, Dolph & Key Glock, WTM Daemoney, La Maquina, Dark Lo & Harry Fraud, Mimz the Magnificent & Dunn - Infinite Lawn, David Bars, RIM, Tedy Andreas, Lou From Paradise, Big YAVO, Wrecking Crew, Lukah, Premrock, Monday Night & Russo Beats, Estee Nack Mini-Mansion, Ayun Bassa & Jacob Rochester, YL, Czarface, Roadrunner Glockboyz, Van Buren Records, Huey Briss, Khrysis, God's kitchen, Foogiano, Uptown XO, CRIMEAPPLE.........

Ty Farris, Medhane, Valee & AYO (Disco), J.U.S., Bruiser Wolf, Anakin & Siifu, Mello Music Bushido compilation, Fat Ray, Kenny Mason, Larry June, Nutty & Los (group projects and solo projects), Duke Deuce, Knowledge the Pirate, 22gz, Moneybagg Yo, Baby Money, Planet Asia, Trapland Pat, Asun Eastwood (2 projects), Don Perrion, Jae Haze, Cee Gee, Fire in little Africa..........

Kai Fortyfive, D Flowers, Saga Asad, Vic Spencer, Four50, Lil Heart, Bvngs, VRN Hayes, Big Jade, Marcellus, LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON, Young Crazy, T.F, NappyNappa, CHASETHEMONEY, Drakeo the Ruler, Ralfy the Plug, Lando Bando, Teejayx6 & Lex Luger, Lil CJ KASINO, Rollin Ajay, Lil Eazzzy, Tafia, Young Stoner compilation, Beneficience, Fmb DZ, K.J., Bronze Nazareth, Agallah, Amani, Graymatter** & Alchemist** (**neither projects had enough songs to warrant consideration).

See also:

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/656020494530854912/best-of-the-1st-half-of-2021-song-edition

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/649527317251670016/best-of-the-1st-quarter

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/638904640503726080/the-best-rap-songs-of-2020-great-songs-that

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hes-writer · 5 years

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THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

6 months ago, I posted my first writing piece, “A Cheat”, not knowing what to expect but one thing was for sure— I wanted to share my writing. I wanted to write things that I’ve always wanted to read and I wanted it to be something that I was proud of.

I’m forever grateful for all of you guys who enDLESSLY showered me with compliments and being so nice and accepting even though I’ve failed to post for long periods of time and what not. I’m so happy that I got the chance to know some of you more and made friends along the way.

I’m an emotional sap and I always feel the need to write a dedication post over the smallest (bIGGEST) things. I’m just over 3k followers right now and that’s a huge audience that enjoy/follow my writing and I’m still so overwhelmed knowing that.

Special mentions to the following: @littledreamybeth (for being the sweetest person ever)

@belladonna-styles (for having such an amazing personality and being so so talented)

@hes-words (for being my inspiration even before I started writing!!)

@fangirl-moment-x (for being my abSOLUTE biggest fan ily ❤️)

@harrys-kingdom (for sending me kind messages along the way imy)

@habiba012 (no words to describe how amazing you are and singlehandedly being responsible for some of my most successful/proudest pieces)

@hes-doll (for being my first mutual!! and for being so inclusive in your writing)

@ynm1505 @harryspirate (for supporting my writing since day 1)

@trustfulhaz (for being the most caring person ever 😭😭)

@harrysstyleseyes (for voicing out your opinions but still being super supportive of mine!)

@min-amani @ashkuuuu @fuckcaloriesbitch @flickermirrors (for always being one of the firsts to read my writing)

To all the people on my permanent tag list: you guys make me feel uwu because it feels nice that you want to read more of my stuff 🥰🥰🥰

THANK YOU

#stats #probably gonna add on to this cause theres so many others tHAT I HAVE MISSED #THEY DESERVE TO BE RECOGNIZED

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jabbers-wild-world · 5 years

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Jabber’s Muses

Adventure Time

Marshall Lee

AdventureQuest

Cysero

Artix

Animorphs

Marco

Tobias

Kale

Assassination Classroom

Karma

Koro-sensei

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Balto

Beelzebub

Oga (and baby Beel)

Big Hero 6

Hiro

Black Butler

Drossel

Thompson

Timber

Canterbury

Undertaker

Black Cat

Train

Blood Lad

Staz

Bungou Stray Dogs

Rampo

Chuuya

Dazai

Camp Camp

Max

David

Daniel

Cameron

Zack

Justin

Travis

Jay

Isaac Vivre

CardCaptors

Li Syaoran

Chrono Crusade

Chrono

Code:Realize

Arsene

Impey

Corpse Party

Kizami

D. Gray-Man

Kanda

Lavi

Nikolai

Digimon

Wizardmon

Deadman Wonderland

Nagi

Senji

Ganta

Death Parade

Decim

Ginti

Demon Love Spell

Kagura

Devil May Cry

Dante

Dragon Age

Fenris

Durarara!!

Shizuo

Epic

Nod

Fairy Tail

Natsu

Gray

Gajeel

Sting

Jellal

FernGully

Batty

Pips

Finding Nemo

Anchor

Free!

Rin

Makoto

Momotarou

Fruits Basket

Kyo

Hatsuharu

FullMetal Alchemist

Envy

Mustang

GetBackers

Ginji

Ban

Kazuki

Akabane

Harry Potter

Lupin

Homestuck

Karkat

How to Train Your Dragon

Blitz

Garry

Inuyasha

Sesshomaru

Itsuwaribito

Utsuho

Hikae

Chouza

Hisago

Hiruko

Kamigami no Asobi

Loki

Thor

Karneval

Yogi

Gareki

Kid Icarus

Pit

Dark Pit

Kubo and the Two Strings

Beetle

Kuni no Alice

Ace

Julius

Black Joker

White Joker

Gray Ringmarc

Boris

Elliot

Blood

Legend of Zelda

Link (BotW)

Lion King

Rafiki

Mkali

Mzungu

Kweli

Kifo

Kuiba

Shetani

Amani

Hatari

Kasi

Ajali

Tatizo

Kuhani

Dhambi

Sumu

Giza

Njozi

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Judal

Hapsun

Mario

Bowser

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste

Felix Agreste

Nathaniel

Luka

Kim

Plagg

Zhang

Romu

Monsterkind

Charlie

Roy G. Biv

My Hero Academia

Bakugou

Kirishima

Kaminari

Tokoyami

Todoroki

Ojiro

Aizawa

Hibiki

Raitou

My Little Pony

Capper

Venture

Tempest

Lionheart

Majestic

Nightdream

Zephyr

Shadowdash

Cryptic

Nanbaka

Jyugo

Rock

Uno

Nico

Samon

Yamato

Musashi

Mitsuru

Nora: The Last Chronicle of Devildom

Nora

Rivan

Barik

Oseru

Oz+

Wesley

Leonardo

Crowley

Pandora Hearts

Break

Gil

Persona 4

Yosuke

Kanji

Katsuo

Persona 5

Akira

Ryuji

Morgana

Pokemon

James

Monty

Sasha

Lock

Shock

Barrel

Princess Mononoke

Ashitaka

Quest for Camelot

Garrett

Griffon

Rise of the Guardians

Jack

Bunnymund

Robin Hood

RWBY

Roman

Adam

Fox

Ren

Sun

Ozpin

Mercury

Sacred Blacksmith

Luke Ainsworth

Saiyuki

Goku

Satan and Me

Satan

Felix

Zadkiel

Pax

Uriel

Servamp

Kuro

Seven Princes of the Thousand-Year Labyrinth

Titus

Messiah

Lawrence

Shinzo

Mushra

Sago

Kutal

Ryuma

Kavit

Naro

Mikasi

Gilvein

Keidynn

Avos

Sanji

Uno

Zwei

Keturi

Rai

Azir

Pax

Saru

Shugo Chara

Ikuto

Snow White with the Red Hair

Obi

Zen

Mitsuhide

Slayers

Xelloss

Zelgadiss

Gourry

Soul Eater

Soul

Stein

Sweet Neverland

Hook

Tink

Tactics

Haruka

Tangled the Series

Varian

Maximus

Xavier

Quirin

Old Man Jenkins

Tales of the Abyss

Luke fon Fabre

Guy Cecil

Tales of Phantasia

Klarth

Chester

Cress

Tales of Symphonia

Kratos

The Cat Returns

Baron

The Croods

Guy

Thundercats (2011)

Lion-O

Time Guardian

Tokiya

Trolls

Branch

Guy Diamond

Creek

Tsubasa Chronicles

Fai

Syaoran

Kurogane

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Keith

Shiro

Hunk

Xiaolin Showdown

Raimundo

X-Men

Remy “Gambit” LeBeau

X-Ray and Vav

Mogar

Mad King

xxxHolic

Watanuki

Yona of the Dawn

Shin Ah

Hak

Yuri on Ice!!

Yurio

Original Works

Ascension

Asta

Qivral

Krin

Ajax

Vheildar

Deaikil

Brightwire

Cassius

Finnian

Tjarron

Marquis

Catching Smoke

Lucien

Down the Rabbit Hole

Klein

Joker

The Edovin Trilogy

Nils

Yudar

Tyrian

Elijah

Edge of Legend

Orpheus

Blackwall

Terra

Kai

Faded Legends Saga

Avel

The Kingship Quartet

Rivaren

Sage

The Mysterious Cases of Arsene Lupin

Arsene

The Guidebooks Series

Micah

Plague

Kade

Seas of Stormfall

Aurelio

Second Moon

Lyric

Solomon’s Key Series

Amon

Astaroth

Leraje

Bael

Buer

Aym

The White Game

Lokus

The Moonlit Ring

Jasper

Harper

Untamed Wilds

Lawson

Black Jack

Koda

Imperia

Ezra

CrossOver

Azriel

Pirate’s Key

Dante Ignatius

Over the Rainbow

Weston

Hawke

Leon

Gizmo

The Stormfront Chronicles

Valiance

Isaac

Rewrite

Myles

Black Souls Rising

Isandro

Fandomless

Khazroq

Ibal

Khireus

Hector “Striker” Marques

Devon

Nix

Kaelan

Izo

Aljunn

Taigus

Jasper Taigan

Merrick

Azra-Khal

#figured i'd post this #a comprehensive list #of all of my muses #every single one of them #the things i do at 2 am

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mrjerkyle-blog · 5 years

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here we go

Srap metal SM, smile, shrude manager mathew sixteen MS, matako small, sweet, rabi, rap moi, music, christo, scrapy lil, tribe of levi tol as jeshuran, nuts, mad, insane, shoes, joshua, shoot, smoke, jamesianda, jest as joke- mfalme wa yawhodi- hooliganism.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100033757327731&sk=allactivity&privacy_source=activity_log_top_menu My facebook a/c name is Yuyamathijs Yoshida, get to see this wow and amazing invention, this is much more of a honor to you than to me personally. Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from 2goinvoice.com. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight. I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down. Planes are identified since they got blinking light, under see let the pilot switch them off. Blinking at night BAN, labantu, burn- king of the jew. Blinking light BL, big, black lips, blasphemy, blonde. Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better. click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth. https://www.youtube.com/channel/ UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6nXosOCjQg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/videos https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/playlists https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TLKL0R0blg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCucc0S0FPy1Wc1u42ogoCLw https://www.youtube.com/feed/history https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnrzZOsnF1NlXS_hVIrI2RA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA Divasgram https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w/feed?activity_view=1 Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpMAuixsQZA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfTylJKQOeg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33 click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. Copy paste links dat starts with https, you can put them in google bar and then you submit to see the real and full information. Under search the web category or search with google or enter address option. see how power is produced using a motor and a generator stater https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/photos This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor: https://web.facebook.com/gilbert.ombeva… http://www.bullishtrade.com/ If you want to remove your phone number in facebook as the recovery option your scrol down your fb page on your phone, then click privacy and setting icon then click personal information bar pi, then click remove phone number then it will signal you, cant do that b4 you add a new phone no or an email address. If you add a new email address which was closed by google a long time that if you log in it shows you that google cant recognise it or if you go back to your fb a/c and you delete dat a/c to service then you can log into dat a/c using the password alone- mfalme wa yawhodi- which if you forget dat passcord you can neither send a cord to dat phone no or recovery email option. You will never get into dat a/c again but if you open a new fb a/c and you input your former fb name then you can only be able to see your profile nothing else. Shame to mark zukerbag, dat what he ope to invest in and tell people in print or when he visit your city not going to a restaurant well be4 lunchtime as early enough. With me i open my fb a/c using the phone no and friend pretend you are me and log into fb using my phone no 0718465053 and then on the password option input camelzebra or just guess eny passcord lets say amomollo or anything and log in. It will tell you dat the password dat you’ve entered is incorect, forgotten password? Then click on recover your a/c- worker parable then it will show you the options to recover. At this time is when you came to tell if a person got one recovery option with the number or email or non if he used email not number to open the fb A/C. Dont follow with a panga at night running doing your back like a snake who has been hitten with a big stone or i took part of your loaf, sima or meat stew. When recovery is email then when is deleted you cant as well recover dat a/c. You can check dat email with opening a gmail a/c and do the same as i did above with fb to also check on the recovery options under it and try to recover it which if you cant as well you cant log into dat fb a/c again. The woman of status quo were shouting crucify him cause he was letting every tom harry and dick to know how to access money from www.2goinvoice.com- Go and dont tell anyone- goat and sheep parable. The woman of class as rome was also built very fast as in a day- Rd to emaus. Drinking king of the jew the hebrew who loved local brew and had hips crucified him thinking he was the leader of philipins as godliath who devid 4 devol killed, lia is cry-est in swahili, yath is medication or a tree as the log cryst carried to Calvary on his back. Godliath could drink water and drink, the jew thought he was luo by translating what he said as the luo can hurle you down using a magic stick as yath by pointing at you but the bible says he was killed using a sling but big kev says david has a fried who hid who helped him kill goliath using a silencer gun.

yeye ni msichana ma, anawipe rasa na tissue soft mseya kama dem, hata chacho live anasema chali ni kukuwa hardcore, yaani yeye inafa awipe rasa na stone ama paper ya simiti or box hiyo ndimo kuwa chali

beautie bro, niwachie bwana umepumpu sana, echwido ha-enya bwana,jawuolo ni

Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpMAuixsQZA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfTylJKQOeg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33

Babe its coming, inacome, inakuja,nikey wahi hiii hii hiii. Toka kev, you overstay, get off me dude, its enough for the night in a murmuring voice the wife cries. She pretends like she hates me during the day but at night she fully submits tome, gave me utmost respect as am feeling her below she gives in to cry like a little baby, as if someone is tickling her. Malachi, mark, mathew, micah five or four MF matako fat, flat, mfenesianda, matako french, finish, mfinish etc. Malaki nne MN mama nelson, minaj nikey, mt nebo, minesota, matako nelson, mt nebal, mind nelson, mind ndogo, small mind SM shrude manager, scrap metal pays as a dealer dude. Amos five, four AF, raf, baf, rough not soft, half as nusu, yesus, afwande- mfalme wa yawhodi, omondi, modi, division. Half, hunger, hungary, nuts, nutychus, police as afwande, insanelson, mad as matope. Kichwa pungwani kp kenyatta presidency, king peter kenneth pilore, kevin piem, pier etc. Sophy why is kevin crying ask denis? He tells me that his thing is telling him according to his conversation with it that it desires knowls or a Robinson and her like but they havent given in yet or seems like not giving in. Mbolo yake eti inamshow. Revelation FIve or four RF-l, rasa fat, rasa french, finish- the root of david at that time, root of david ROD, rod is dickevin, dictator, dictatorodinga, rasa flat. Denis, Eunice, penincilineco etc Ongili sayin kevin it seems he is hitting that thing thouroughly, maybe from below not from up the way mochanda is giving in to cry. My friends, he is feeling that thing wholeheartedly with whole his thing. Amani anasema anachimba wasee, anaikakamuwa, hachezi, he feels it without hesitation without second thought that leaves the woman with her screeming or shouting for her. Amonelson saying in local dialect LD, jowadwa omudo gir nyako no, owinje jowa etc Get me at this email and check them in the email trying login with wrong password. [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Email address ea, east africah, tea, seal, real. He looks at me as if he is poor, depressed, impressed rather or be-rived niki insinuating, stop that doc!!! If i found someone with my girl, i swear am going to couse commotion, quagmire, mayhem, fracas, standstill, i mean its gonna be a go-slow- i bet this. This mango knowls is too delicious TD and extra-sweet as if you are feeling a woman below/inside. Let them still look for identity crisis ic, as if they are ugly or looking for belonging/respect- let them have infiriority complex ic with me am going to ocenia or Europe, continue calling yourself nigros but with me am not. My ways arent your ways because am not a nigro- if you are one better know am not so leave me alone and mind your business. I hate the sickening charactor of a male nigro MN. Life is like a tale told by an idiot full of sound and furry , and is played over and over again with little changes in costume and scenery yet signifying nothing.“shakespear william SW-ag” David was chaldean and norwegian as much as jew from the lion of judah tribe, so the jew will rise again economically. The oil producing nations prided themselves like nigerian with her movies or peque before humbling down HD. The Electric generating gadget envision by kevinelson with other deceased fellow fully eliminates oil/gas powered machines, So this one are the jew family jf will capitolise to corect the vice- rice economically RE, red, siren gas, kalarenegade etc Usher saying it seems his thing is well being grinded by the pussy/vagina. Collins stands in disgust saying its not that way maybe the ladys vagina is the one being grinded or rubbed by his penis, get it from who is in deep cry or murmuring. Ongilin saying in local dialect LD nyathino winjo nyakono, gire dango nyim nyako no bwanaAmani saying anamkata kweli kweli wasee ni kama kwamba hiyo senye ni yake bwana dueting with jemo. Click this link in blue guys— dj carlos cold heart medlley

mrmonde hehe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWM3kDT2pwc

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https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100033757327731&sk=allactivity&privacy_source=activity_log_top_menu My facebook a/c name is Yuyamathijs Yoshida, get to see this wow and amazing invention, this is much more of a honor to you than to me personally. Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from 2goinvoice.com. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight. I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down. Planes are identified since they got blinking light, under see let the pilot switch them off. Blinking at night BAN, labantu, burn- king of the jew. Blinking light BL, big, black lips, blasphemy, blonde. Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better. click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth. https://www.youtube.com/channel/ UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6nXosOCjQg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/videos https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/playlists https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TLKL0R0blg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCucc0S0FPy1Wc1u42ogoCLw https://www.youtube.com/feed/history https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnrzZOsnF1NlXS_hVIrI2RA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA Divasgram https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w/feed?activity_view=1 Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpMAuixsQZA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfTylJKQOeg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33 click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. 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haarrrys · 11 months

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Can you do more single dad harry? Maybe harry struggles with Amani wanting more independence?

independence

wc - 1.5k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry , singledad!harry , minor angst¿, dad!harry x amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪🥛

summary - amani wants to go to a party, harry isn’t so sure.

a/n : i usually like writing amani as a baby/toddler but for this i decided to portray her as a teen, so she's like 14/15 :) the timeline in terms of harry's career might be messy but just know he's still touring and doing well!

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"no."

"but dad—"

"i said no amani." harry sighed, shutting his laptop harshly and giving her a cold, yet gentle stare. he was becoming frustrated with her. he had been in his at home office for only ten minutes before amani began pestering him about a party. at first he jokingly ignored her, which she found humorous until she realized her dad was very serious about not letting her go.

he understands what she's going through; harry was once an impressionable teen like herself, wanting to do what everyone else was doing, even if some things he did get into could be deemed illegal.

harry regretted a lot throughout his teen years, he lied to his mum a lot and snuck around. he just doesn't want the same for her.

"this is what I'm talking about dad! you don't let me do anything! for just once let me do something on my own! ill be home before ten pm, and farha will be with me the whole time. just, please dad." her voice is quiet at the end, and it makes harry's heart feel terrible; like he did something horribly wrong to have his daughter in tears, even though he's only trying to keep her safe.

"I let you do things." harry whispers, ignoring the real problem at hand.

amani rolls her eyes in annoyance, "like what? last time i did anything remotely by myself was when i snuck out for an hour just to be with some friends, and even then you freaked!" she said, letting out a choked laugh of disbelief.

"I had every right to freak out, you weren't home and you didn't answer your phone! how do you think that made me feel?" he said, wrapping his arms around himself defensively. something similar about him and amani is that they're both stubborn. when they argue, neither wants to admit their faults.

he wishes amani wasn't so much like him sometimes, so sure of herself that she puts herself into situations that aren't safe, so vulnerable that's shes bound to end up hurt by someone.

"how it made you feel?" she deadpans, "do you ever think about me!? how I feel?!"

harry of course considers his daughters feelings, and well being in every situation, but before he can answer amani is storming off, muttering "forget it, I don't care." and he's left to the sound of her feet pattering against the floorboards, becoming more distant with every step. she has the decency to not slam her door, like harry definitely would've.

sometimes, harry wishes amani wasn't like her mother, who always ran away from problems.

—

around eight pm harry began to feel bad. he knew he wasn't wrong for not wanting his daughter, who is only fourteen, to attend this party with no parents or adults present. anything could happen to her, even if her friends are present.

who knows what they could be up to? amani has gossiped to him about some students vaping and doing drugs in the bathroom stalls, and although he trusts amani not to do these things he still doesn't feel safe sending her off while knowing that's what most of them could be doing.

is it so wrong to want to keep her safe? he knows he's struggled with letting her do things on her own but he's gotten better. she has sleepovers, goes to movies, and has even gone on vacation with her friend. all without harry. he's let her do countless of independent things, as long as he knows she's safe. this party, he doesn't think is safe.

—

a knock disrupts harry, and immediately he knows who it is.

"farha? amani isn't going to the party sor—"

"i know..can i come in please?" she cuts him off, not trying to seem rude but having urgency in her tone. harry nods, and moves to the side to allow her to come in. he's known farha since she was in pull ups, so at this point he considers her family.

"she's not in the best mood." he says, watching the girl take off her shoes.

farha sighs, smiling sadly. "I know, she's been reading my text but not answering. i brought some snacks to cheer her up." harry smiles back at her, glad that his daughter has such a great friend.

"aw, that's really nice of you." he says, only before he's interrupting himself.

"did you end up going to the party?" harry knows this may be a weird question, but he's just curious. and knowing farha's parents, they definitely would disapprove of the whole idea too.

she shakes her head, "i did want to go, but only if amani would come too. the party seemed lame anyway, got shut down by cops few minutes ago too. i guess me and amani are lucky, 'cause they're searching everyone." farha explains, laughing a bit towards the end.

harry smirks, and the childish part of him wants to go up to amani and chant a string of, "I told you so" but he's in his late thirties now, so he refrains from doing so.

after talking for a-bit longer, farha heads up to amani’s bedroom, leaving harry to his thoughts again.

he walks over to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. he takes a sip, feeling the cold liquid sliding down his throat. it's been a long day, and he's feeling overwhelmed. he needs to figure out how to balance his daughter's need for independence with his need to protect her.

after all these years, he can’t help but feel like he’s still holding her back. even if his intentions are purely for good.

as he thinks about this, suddenly, someone is behind him, hugging him.

he doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s his amani.

"hey love." he says, trying to sound calm.

"dad," amani says, her voice shaking. "i'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stormed out like that. I know you were just trying to protect me."

harry feels a weight lift off his shoulders. he knows that amani is young and full of hormones, and sometimes she just needs a bit of space. but he also knows that he needs to let her spread her wings, even if that means letting go a little bit.

harry smiled as he wrapped his arms around his daughter, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay, love. I know it's not easy growing up," he said, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

amani sighed and leaned into him, and in that moment, everything felt right in harry's world. he knew that as long as he had her by his side.

harry took a deep breath and pulled away, smiling down at amani. "you know, I've been thinking. maybe we can find a compromise. how about this — you're allowed to go to the parties, IF I know they’re safe, and we set some ground rules that you have to follow."

amani's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "yes!dad, I’d love that!" she exclaimed, hugging him again. harry couldn't help but grin, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

they stood there for a moment, clinging to each other for comfort. it was a reminder of how lucky they were to have each other. they might not always agree on everything, but at the end of the day, they had each other's backs.

he knew that parenting was a constant learning experience, but in that moment, he felt like he had finally gotten it right. he had found a way to give amani the independence she needed while still keeping her safe. It was a delicate balance, but one that he was willing to work on every day — as long as he had his lovely daughter with him.

and as they hugged each other tightly, harry knew that everything was going to be okay. they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

“you guys are so cute,” farha gasped, making herself known as she walked into the kitchen, eating a snack (that was meant to cheer up amani) and joining in on the hug. both harry and amani laughed, rolling their eyes.

everything was gonna be okay.

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haarrrys · 11 months

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Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

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a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

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haarrrys · 2 years

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play groups aren’t for daddies

wc - 1.1k

pairing - singledad!harry & daughter!amani

summary - in which harry worries, is kinda a helicopter parent, and amani is starting her playgroup.

(a/n not proof read so I apologize in advance for any mistakes + this was written months ago but I’ve only just decided to post it on tumblr!)

more harry & amani

as much as harry denied it, he could sometimes be placed into the category, "helicopter parenting." and no, it's not that he meant to be overzealous and protective but when it came to amani styles, his four year old– who harry's love ran unconditional and eternal for, he couldn't help it if he tried.

parents often found him over the top when this certain profound trait of his was displayed; whether that be tagging along on her playdates, or staying over at a sleepover, wisping her away from the kids and into his own comfort. he didn't trust anyone with her, even if he knew the parents and children on a personal level. he knew it was excessive, but if it was another worry not on his list then you could catch him playing dress up with kids decades younger than him.

he continued this habit, whether he realized it or not and it didn't seem to bother either amani or him until he found out from her therapist otherwise. she stated giving amani a play group, or daycare could help strengthen her social skills that sometimes were hindered due to being coddled by harry. (and okay, he took offense to that.)

yes she saw people, mainly his family, friends, and tour crew but when he listed it off in defense to the therapist only then did he notice, with blush becoming visible on the apples of his cheeks that he was definitely stunting her social growth by not letting her interact with kids in her own age group. (not that he did it on purpose, he just got used to having her around “his” people that he forgot she needed her own.)

so after a lot of research on the most safestest playgroups in his city he finally agreed to letting his daughter step away from the nest. yes 'nest', the therapist visibly cringed when he said it out loud. you can call him dramatic. he doesn't care.

harry stalled around the cubbies, checking over everything in his daughters book bag, obviously to waste time since he knew very well that everything she could ever need was in their. amani was getting restless as she watched the other kids play around with all the toys and games– but not her, cause apparently her dad had to make sure her blanket and extra set of clothes were packed numerous amount of times. his behavior was quickly noticed by the daycare teacher who was watching him. "everything okay?" the daycare teacher, ms.charlotte, as harry came to learn, asked them.

"everything's fine, m'just checking over her stuff." he said, realizing how much of an idiot he appeared to be.

"she could go play while I check over everything with you." she suggested, looking to amani first for approval, which harry sensed was good. it meant the teacher valued his child's comfort which was very important to him. the girl perked up, looking at her dad with hopeful eyes that he couldn't say no to. harry sighed, but nodded, only smiling when she squealed with excitement and ran off to the dress up box that caught her eye earlier.

once harry forcefully tore his eyes away from his daughter he put his attention back on the teacher.

"uhm could you just– tell me what she would need?" he asked, opening her overly expensive gucci bag, which had teachers eyes widening. "oh um of course. she would only need an extra pair of clothes, and a blanket for nap time. everything else is provided." she said, causing harry to look sheepishly at all the other unnecessary items he packed. "okay. what're the kids gonna be doing today?" he asked.

"–sorry if these are odd questions she's just never been away from me and.." he rambled, but ms.charlotte smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "I know the feeling. i cried the first day my son went to kindergarten, ––i could barely walk away from the door at drop off," she laughed, causing him to join in "it was a mess and i was so scared about how kids would treat him and if he'd be okay. but after awhile I realized as parents we can't always watch them, and that at some point they have to grow up and do things on their own. amani will be fine, I swear. she may miss you, and vise versa but she'll have loads of new friends and you'll have time to do things you need to do." she carefully put amani's book bag in a cubbie, then looked back at harry who seemed more relax.

"they're gonna have free time for awhile, then do crafts and have lunch time, read a book, have naptime then you can pick her up at six, but we officially close up at eight." she said. harry was nodding, making mental notes although he already had alarms and reminders set on his phone.

now it seemed nothing was keeping harry there. he knew the schedule, knew what she'd be doing, and knew she'd be in good hands but that wouldn't be enough to diminish the anxiety he felt for her being alone without his guidance.

but then, as he saw amani playing dress up with a girl, laughing at her new friend spinning around in an blue elsa dress he felt as if she'd be okay– like he had a father instinct inside of him that was telling him everything would be okay.

ms.charlotte had already walked away, getting materials out and preparing for the crafts they'd soon be doing. he knew he should walk away now, and that is was kinda creepy to just watch the children play but he wanted to say a proper goodbye. (as cheesy as it was)

he walked over, not disturbing the other children but close enough so that amani could see him. "bug?" he said, making amani lift her head to meet his gaze. she whispered something to her friend before picking herself off the floor, running over to harry. (which made one of the teachers advise her to instead walk, making harry giggle to himself.)

"yes? why're you still here daddy?" she asked, confused as to why her dad wasn't home by now. harry shrugged, "im going now, but ill miss you sooo much ‘kay?" he said, kissing her cheeks while exaggerating the noise, making her giggle. the staff were trying to hide it, but they were watching the whole adorable exchange. "ill miss you too, now go, playgroups aren't for daddy's!" she said, making him, and everyone watching laugh.

and for the first time, harry wasn't a helicopter parent.

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haarrrys · 6 months

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❝ONESHOTS/BLURBS ❝

⌗fluff !

❛ boopeep - summary : y/n is hiding something, or someone, from harry, who is on the other side of the world.

⌗angst !

( to be added )

⌗insta !

( to be added )

⌗dadharry !

( to be added )

⌗series !

❛ harry x amani - summary : random oneshots of singledad!harry and his daughter amani! 🍼🍪🧸

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haarrrys · 3 years

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Hiii can you do dad!Harry where his little girl is a smaller version of him but he had her with woc (black) and they make breakfast together???! And she has curly hair and stuff.

yes ofc! tysm for requesting something :) i always love the poc ones because i feel there's not many out there. this is perf lol

if anyone wants to repost just give credits idrc :)

(im stilling figuring out how to write on tumblr so sorry if it's messy)

(i imagine amani, his daughter, like this ↓)

curls & pancakes

harry gazed lovingly at his daughter sound asleep in her 'big girl bed', as she liked to call it, though it really was just a slightly bigger crib. he had a certain warmth in his eyes, watching the small girl that resembled him in so many ways stir in her sleep, muttering about cupcakes and how the potty is scary, which really made him wonder what toddlers dream about. she let out an unconscious whimper before her eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the bright room which was conveniently set to have all lights on by eight am. (mainly because harry was an early riser and loved being greeted with his daughters adroble bright brown eyes in the morning, even if she did get a bit grouchy)

"why staring at m'daddy?" she asked, her voice having a slight lisp that harry could only coo at. this wasn't a rare occurrence, he'd come most mornings (if not all) watching her for a few moments before she woke up then asked the same question every morning. harry was sure three year olds have short term memory loss or something.

"staring at you b'cause you're so pretty." harry sighed, resting his head in his palm where his elbow was propped up in the edge of her crib big girl bed. his daughter giggled calling harry silly while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her knuckles, ready to start the day. "thank y'daddy" she smiled, lifting herself from the crib indicating harry to pick her up (which he would always gladly do until his back gave out)

harry hummed in response, giving himself a pat on the back for teaching her good manners; something he noticed a lot of parents didn't do. once he made it downstairs, he settled her on the kitchen island, grabbing his ingredients and utensils while she kicked her feet back and fourth, singing a song she's heard on harry's playlist. the sun was shining beautifully into the room, letting its rays shine on amani, her brown skin glowing in its essence. harry smiled at her while she just talked to herself, scratching lightly at her messy hair of brown curls that harry made a mental note to do later.

"bubs come help me make pancakes." harry said, tickling her little foot for a moment, making her shriek with a smile on her face. "chocolate chip?" she asked, hopping down (not without her daddy's help) from the island. "of course, i have to make my baby's favorite don't i?" harry said teasingly, grabbing a stool for her so she could reach the mixing bowl.

amani scowled, "not a baby!" hiding her smile terribly because harry knew she secretly loved being his baby; always spoiled with only the best.

"mm, always my baby. even when you're big like me, I'll still call you m'baby" harry said, kissing her cheek which amani rubbed off with a playful disgusted face making harry roll his eyes attacking her with kisses (spilling atleast half of the chocolate chip bag on the floor which amani scolded him for)

"mmm, yummy" she said, licking the chocolate syrup off her lips while she finished her last pancake. after their kitchen incident, and cleaning flour off the floors they finally made breakfast and ate in the comfort of their living room while rewatching all the tinkerbell movies (which harry couldn't deny, he was way to invested in it than he should be)

while watching the movies amani suggested harry do her hair just like Iridessa (which was luckily, was just a bun so harry was sure he wouldn't fail to terribly) so now they ran up the stairs to the bathroom, his daughter tugging at his sleeve to hurry up with an excited smile on her face that would definitely make harry dig himself six feet under if he disappointed her.

once he got all the things appropriate for her hair he began spraying warm water into it, loosening the curls and adding hydration.

he had struggled trying to do her hair from the second she popped out his (ex) girlfriends belly; head full of curls that harry was scared he'd ruin somehow. he watched endless youtube videos of different hair styles (like protective ones or just an afro) and ways to maintain the hair; moisturizer, brushes that would be gentle on her hair, oils, what shampoos wouldn't dry out her hair, so on so fourth. he was basically now an expert, only using youtube when she wanted a specific hair do's (mostly braids with beads at the ends that killed harry to do while she moved every second, but when it came to her he'd do anything)

he could do a bun for sure, but he always had the fears that he couldn't do it as good as she hoped (though he failed to see the wonder in her eyes while she watched him through the mirror handling her curls with gentle hands)

he began to carefully brush out her hair, making sure to start at the ends and work his way up to the top. he put some curling cream, which he had specialized only for his baby because he's just like that, and put gel to keep it in its hold (he had a wild three year old) while tying it into a tight bun asking if it's to tight every few seconds, making amani annoyed.

"okay I'm done." harry said anxiously, putting his hands on his waist while waiting for his daughters reaction. it was ok, probably not as good as her mum could do but it wasn't the worst. amani smiled, looking at herself in the mirror, turning to see every angle of her hair "thank you!! i look like a fairy now, I'm so pretty!" she exclaimed, running to her room to which he knew she'd "call" goofy (on her fake micky mouse phone) and tell him all about how her daddy did her hair like iridessa and made her chocolate chip pancakes.

harry could only shake his head lovingly with a sigh smiling when he heard her laughing to herself.

this is my first tumblr story :) i feel like it's kinda shit because it has no definite plot but i hope you like it @hazgoldenstyles !! feel free to send more requests or concepts/ whatever u want.

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haarrrys · 3 years

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Mothers day blues

wc - 1.8k

pairing - singledad!harry & daughter!amani

summary - in which harry worries about mothers day effecting his daughter

(a/n - this does mention the mother of amani though she isn't in the picture)

more harry & amani

harry was dreading today. the day where mothers around the world would be celebrated and presented with handmade presents, laughing along with their kids as they would receive the messy written letters with stick drawings and hearts. he absolutely hated today; not because mothers, but a "mother" in particular. she was supposed to be in the picture, whether that meant being by harrys side while their daughter cried for hours on no end or atleast having some sort of custody over their poor daughter who didn't derseve to be deprived of such role in her life.

but no; after amani hit her milestone of just nine months her mother dropped them both, explaining she wasn't ready to be a mother, let alone commit to being with harry. he was hurt, heartbroken, felt betrayed, but what hurt him more is that she waited for their daughter, only shy of nine months, to get to the age where she was so attached to the both of them, just to leave her wondering why her mum; the one who always changed her spoiled nappies while blowing raspberries into her stomach all a sudden disappearred.

it was hard the next months that followed (for both of them) but soon the small girl forgot all about the woman who was once the center of her and harrys life. she was more attached to harry now, crying whenever he left the room or put her down (which her therapist identified as separation anxiety; given to her none other than the devil that is her mother.) so she was always at his hip with no exceptions.

that was three years ago. now, she's four and although she has a liking for being close to her daddy whenever she can, she's an independent girl. which, harry took as a green flag to start getting her to play with more kids her age. (of course she had many cousins and friends to play with but harry wanted her get out more)

her therapist, (bless her heart because she had taken to become amani's personal one when harry needed help the most) had suggested taking her to a daycare, or little play group that would definitely give harry more time to write and possibly do more shows without having her sit backstage all the time. so, he signed her up for a play group with many kids around ages 3-5 that would take place every three days a week. it was in a safe gated area (which harry made sure of) and had kids with different backgrounds, ethnicities, and races that harry believed would help amani learn and accept different cultures and religious ideas. he almosted cried when he found amani calling a little girl who was shy being the only hijabi, beautiful. that soon blossomed into a friendship that harry and the girls parents (who's name is farha) could only hope lasted forever.

today was may 8th; and just with harrys luck it was placed on the exact day of one of her playgroup meet ups (which she was so excited for.) she ran up and down the house with a smile on her face, outfit already on with her gucci (yes gucci. fight him, he loved spoiling his girl) backpack on that was almost bigger than her whole body in a way that was comical. he would've been elated to see her excited, any other day atleast, but no, he was completely engrossed in his bowl of soggy cereal with a frown on etched on his face thinking of the best way to convince her to stay home with him.

he wasn't stupid; he knew the playgroup would have some type of mothers day activity and his heart just shattered at the thought of his poor baby girl, sitting in the corner while she watched her playmates chat about how they would make the best card for their mums; or tell stories that they could all relate to; all but amani because apparently she was the only kid without a mom in her life in the group. it was moments like these he wished his ex girlfriend stayed, raising their beautiful girl who was the visual product of love and true happiness.

"you sure you don't wanna stay home with daddy? maybe we can go see nana?" harry asked sadly, not even having the energy to try and fake a smile for her.

amani deflated, her shoulders tugging down. "but I wanna play with my friends" she said in a small voice with a pout that she inherited from her dad. harry sighed, "you can still see then tomorrow bug. just for today? i think it'll be better if you stayed. we can even plant those strawberries we bought last week" he said with a hopeful smile that his daughter didn't return. instead, she tugged off her bookbag looking defeated (she always looked sad or disappointed when she was told no, but never threw tantrums.)

"why?" she asked, unknowingly making harrys eyes tear up because he couldn't— he didn't have the heart or words to tell her that he didn't want her to find out that her mother wasn't in the picture. she had suspicions of course, but when she asked harry for the first time why farha had two parents (a mummy and daddy) he only replied saying "because i want you all to myself lovie!" kissing her toes and pretending to bite them, sending her off into a giggly fit which made her forget all about what she asked, but harry didn't. he cried himself to sleep for the first time in three years.

he knew she'd find out one day, and he dreaded the day she would come to realization that her own mother didn't want her but as long as he could protect her from that, he would.

"because love, i wanna spend time with my baby. is that so bad?" he said, pulling the girl who was growing faster than he could count into his embrace. she whined sadly but masked her frown in his neck, letting him rock her back and fourth for comfort though it was more for him than for her.

after five minutes of silence, harry closing his eyes while humming a lullaby he'd sing to her when she was only just an infant; crying every night after her mum left, missing the soft embrace only a mother could give. they both cried, every night together; harry praying this was some sick joke and that his ex girlfriend would come hold both of them and scold them for making themselves sick at how much they cried, and amani not being able to understand why the girl who wore a smile, thick afro which she always found her pudgy hands into, and cut delicious strawberries into small hearts for her (that weren't best in looks but it was the thought that counted) was suddenly gone.

it was a song that calmed them both down while harry rocked his daughter in his arms, holding her close to his heart while he squeezed his eyes shut as to not let another tear fall down his cheek. he only sang it in rare occurrences when he or she was in stress or upset.

amani, the little four year old, had no idea really what the song meant other than that it calmed her down and made her feel loved by the man who didn't give up on her.

once harry stopped humming, just letting his hands rub at the bumps of her spine amani spoke up, "what's mothers day daddy?" she asked, not removing her head from her daddy's neck; he was scared she would hear the sharp breathe he took in. "why do you ask?" harry said, gulping down nervously, trying to rack his brain for any moment he would've accidentally slipped up about that dreadful day.

maybe she had heard it on an advert, or perhaps when he called his mum earlier, making sure she knew how much he loved her. (though he didn't need a silly day to do that)

"farha told me she's celebrating mothers day by making her mummy a cake with her daddy.. I wanna do something like that to!" she exclaimed, getting herself excited at the thought of decorating a cake for her mum— she really didn't know who or what her mum was but in her head it didn't matter.

harry sighed with a frown. "we can't amani, okay?" he simply said, catching his daughter off guard because he really only used her name went he meant business. she frowned but didn't drop the subject "where's my mummy, daddy? why do all the other kids have em' but i don't" she asked, arms wrapping around herself, something harry knew she did when she started to get defensive.

now he couldn't back out of this. he couldn't sugar coat it or act clueless; he wanted to flea the scene but he was in daddy mode, he couldn't runaway from his problems; not this one. he sighed shaking his head and began to try to explain to her his worst nightmare.

"not everyone has a mummy and daddy princess. sometimes things don't go as planned and the mummy (or daddy) may want to go away— but it isn't your fault at all. parents and adults can just be silly sometimes, and do stupid things." harry said, looking at his daughter with a serious but comforting expression so she knew he was serious. "so my mummy wanted to go away? why? why didn't she wanna stay with us" amani asked, absolutely no memory of her mother (not like harry expected her too, and he was glad she didn't) harry smiled sadly "I don't know bug. but its just me and you now— and the cat. do you understand that baby?" he said, half hoping she wouldn't ask anything else (like how they met because then he'd really runaway)

amani nodded with a smile on her face "i understand! and I'm glad its just us. can we go plant strawberries now?" she asked with a hopeful smile that made harry smile while tearing up because he just loved his little girl.

and if she went to the playgroup the next day, having her friends ask why she wasn't there yesterday and where her mummy is, maybe she did explain with a content smile that yes, she didn't have a mummy and not everyone did but she was just as happy with her daddy and cat.

the sad (but happy) story nobody asked for <3

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