This is the story of a man who finds a magic box, one that changes him into a Teenage Drow girl (a dark elf) and he has to deal with the very sudden change. Then handle all the memories of a Drow that was 'made' for a long lost war. This new part of him, has 40,000 years of memories of fighting that war. She has to deal with all that pent up PTSD, her enemy is here, but she loves her. Her old Queen is here and she wants to kill, that Queen ohh so bad!

It's Christmas vacation, and Outcast corner is headed to Australia! With their vacation in Darwin planned and transport secured on a VERY heavily modified Hero Team transport plane, our intrepid heroes will discover the answers of many questions that have been alluded to before. What is the past of the Artificers? What remnants of the Five-Fold Court fall across the landscape? What is the Dream? Who is that adorable little boy who insists that spined raptors are appropriate riding animals??? What happens when Jericho learns of what nightmares haunt Caitlin in her waking hours that were born under the Australian sky?

I offer you, The Book of Darwin.

This is a Whateley Academy Canon Story

River

By Dawn Natelle

Be aware that I am notorious for gaps of many weeks between the parts of my stories. This one was sitting for months, before I decided to post it. I will produce at least one other chapter this week, and post it before next weekend. After that ... well, it will depend on whether you guys can encourage me to continue.

Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals: Book Three.
Or, "Aspie Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban."

Note: I do not own this. J. K. Rowling does. This is just fan fiction. No money is being made.

Note 2: There may be a few bits and pieces lifted word-for-word from the canon material. I tried to do that as little as possible, though.

Note 3: My writing has suffered from my fear of the Trump administration. :( As if I needed more things getting in the way of my writing. But that's why it's been so long between chapters.

The memories continue, from both Cameron and his father. Also a few glimpses of things from Jocelyn's viewpoint.

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School has been okay for the most part. The schoolwork isn't difficult, I could probably do most of it in my sleep.

Chapter 3:

When a father and husband is left alone as a widower with two children, he can deal with his son well enough, but he knows nothing about raising a daughter—not even where to find those special things that little girls pray for…

Synopsis: Jake attempts to contact his mum but meets Lilah, who, in the process of asking Jake about his mum, brings back some unwanted memories
 

Eric, heir to one of the most famous last names in all history. His family was known to kill and hunt down the most dangerous monsters hat walked these lands. But what does the title of Monster Hunter gives you, if in this society monsters and humans now live in peace, working together to form a better future. Struggling to leave his last name in the shadows, Eric will soon find himself more attracted to these shadows.

Eric, heir to one of the most famous last names in all history. His family was known to kill and hunt down the most dangerous monsters hat walked these lands. But what does the title of Monster Hunter gives you, if in this society monsters and humans now live in peace, working together to form a better future. Struggling to leave his last name in the shadows, Eric will soon find himself more attracted to these shadows.

Jamie and the rest of his school is surprised by a special performance for their graduation. But the performance isn't the only thing that surprises Jamie about the group that comes to perform.

Tanisha turned out to be a pretty young light skinned black woman, 5'6", 130 pounds, perhaps 22 or 23 years old. She lived in a fairly decent sized three bedroom house about four blocks away from the Skate Park, the house had belonged to her parents. They had passed it on to her when her father retired last year, having just turned 55, and he and his wife moved down to a small house in southern Florida.

The boys quickly picked the bedroom they wanted, then set their suitcase and backpack on the floor against the wall in each room.

I’m scared to walk home alone. After the events of today, I don’t want to be alone. I reach the gate that exits the school grounds, and I eye it nervously. Come on Aaron. You’ve done this before. It’s just a walk home. I don’t know why I’m so apprehensive about walking home alone. I’m not used to being this paranoid. What did I think would happen to me? I look down at my skirt. My legs bare to the no-show socks. My heart is pounding. My stomach is in knots.

71 year old John Dodge, retired military, now sits in a nursing home, his body riddled with cancer, waiting on the grim reaper to come for him when he is given another option.