...Patched with the Fox [Harry Potter Druid Core SI OC fic, Starting as Kids]

[Arkadio0]

"Well, 'Where the Lion's fur cannot reach, it must be patched with that of a Fox,' as they say," John chuckled

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[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Omg he said the title

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Yup. This is actually the point the main commissioner wanted to stop at, funny enough. However, we are open to more commissions for this fic, and we even have another few people lining up to toss cash at it when their money comes in. The more cash we get for it, the longer we can make the fic, and the better content and descriptions we can put in.

We are doing our best to make this fic a unique one, and not as boring as reading the same story again and again. However, we are commissioned authors, so we do have the limitation of needing funding for the story to continue.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

…Patched with the Fox 02​

06: The First Day of Magic School! Hooray! Schoolwork and all that! But Magic™!

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Harry awoke to his new four-poster bed, draped in red curtains lined with gold. Man, this was so… comfy! He really didn't want to get out of bed. Especially not for school. Faint yips in the back of his mind had his spirit fox agree.

But then again, Magic school. And that was way cooler than regular school. As Harry mulled over the decision, someone tapped on the curtains.

"Hey, there's an owl for you and John apparently. Won't stop pecking at the nearest person until either of you get up and collect your mail," a boy said.

Harry mumbled to himself as he slowly worked himself up and out of bed, his tail flicking in mild annoyance. Opening the curtains, he saw… an owl pecking at Ron. Well, they certainly weren't lying, huh?

"Ow! Ge'off me you bloody bird," Ron said with a grumpy frown.

The bird didn't listen, its heart full of nothing but violence. Harry carefully approached, trying not to provoke its wrath against himself.

"Hey, you've got letters for me? Me and John?" he asked. The owl screeched, jumping off of his boy's head and onto the desk before depositing an envelope onto Ron's bedside table.

As Harry untied the letter from the owl, one of the others began digging through their luggage.

"I've got some owl treats to spare, if you need any!"

Oh, right! Harry quickly searched through his own luggage, unearthing his coin pouch — he still found it a bit funny that wizards still used weird gold and silver coins instead of regular money — and fished out three silver 'sickles'. Accepting a small treat from the other guy — he really had to learn everyone's names, it wasn't all that fair to call them 'that guy', 'that girl', 'that other guy', or some other version of that name — Harry gave a treat to the bird while placing the coins in its pouch.

The owl hooted, having been appeased, before taking off out the window, from where Harry assumed it came. Right, now it was time to find out exactly what was in that letter. He walked back to his own bed— hold on, John wasn't awake yet. Time to bother a brother.

Harry pressed his hands against the window, still cool from overnight. When he felt his hands were cool enough, he carefully crept up to John's bed, carefully opened up the curtains, carefully hovered over his still-sleeping brother, and—

John yelped as Harry shoved his hands onto the poor druid's neck. Harry giggled as his brother struggled in the blankets.

"Yeeeeaooow!" John scremmed. "That's cold, Harry! I'm a Fennec, Fennecs don't like the cold!"

He wiggled his ears for emphasis.

"But it got you to wake up on time, didn't it?" Harry smirked.

"I had an alarm!" John grumbled. "It was set to wake me up in five minutes, so I had enough time to shower and brush my teeth before breakfast!" he stated, showing Harry his magical watch.

It was one they had gotten from the watch shop in Diagon Alley when John saw it. Probably pretty useful, and apparently it had alarms. Whoops.

"Well, we have mail, apparently," Harry remarked. "Ron over there can prove it."

"Ooooooow," Ron stated, holding up his scratched arms.

"Damnit Ron," John sighed, making his way over with his wand at the ready. "Episkey."

It worked. Kind of. But it took several more casts to actually heal the wounds fully, because John wasn't a magical prodigy, no matter what people believed. Just very dedicated, and somewhat mad.

"Thanks…" Ron said.

But John had already dived into his own luggage and taken his fresh robes out of it, ready to run to the showers. "Let's run! Showers are probably still hot, and I need to warm up after that!"

Hmm. Ah well, Harry could fill him in later. Opening the letter, he found— oh, dad didn't want them to 'fall behind on their mundane schooling'. Ugh, boooring! They were already in magical school! Why did he want them to do more work?

Ah well. Not much they could do about it, mum and dad would do their level best to make sure that they did their homework. Prolly even talked to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall about it.

"Hey, firsties! Get up and get dressed, the teachers won't look too kindly on any of you missing out on your first day of Hogwarts!" a prefect yelled from the stairwell.

Ack! Well, since he was already out of bed…

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Breakfast was quite the fun spread.

It had things like Fel eggs and ham, beholder eye soup, and even bacon, leviathan and thyme sandwiches. His favorite, however, was the Pikachu steak. What even was a Pikachu steak?! He had no idea, but it sure tasted electrifying.

The students all around the tables snickered and smiled at the strange breakfasts, tasting them and drinking their pumpkin juice as they began their brand new day at the most prestigious school in Hogwarts.

However, Malfoy seemed to be glaring at them for some strange reason. Definitely couldn't be the sparkles in their hair, or the way the long silver locks glowed in the morning light. They did look rather girly like that though.

Either way, John was quite enthused about the new classes they were about to take. He couldn't wait to learn Fireball!

"First years!" Professor McGonagall stated as the breakfast was cleared away. "Follow your prefects to your first classes of the day."

"Alright!" John said, lining up and taking his syllabus with a smile.

This was gonna be great!

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"…and the wand motion for this one is a simple swish and a flick!" Professor Flitwick explained to the classroom, the feather floating up into the air.

Ron sighed, leveling his wand at the feather and doing his best.

He had tried practicing this one on the train with the others, but he always ended up targeting the wrong thing by mistake. Mostly because his mind liked to wander a little, and think about things that he didn't need to think about right away.

Plans for the future. His hopes and dreams. Stuff that happened in the past…

Like that! Damn it. It was so hard to concentrate.

"Wingardium Leviosah," he tried, and the feather danced a little.

Hermione quietly whispered that he got the pronunciation wrong, poking him and doing it herself to demonstrate.

He got it right on the next try. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, and it shot up to the roof immediately.

"Nice one Ron!" John yelled from across the room, causing him to turn just in time to get a feather up the nose.

"Hah!" Harry laughed, before swiftly flicking his own feather up John's nose as he was giggling to himself.

"Guh ha!" John laughed, removing the snotty feather with a laugh and flicking the boogers at Harry.

From there, the class devolved into chaos.

Suddenly, everyone's feathers flew up into a ball above the centre of the classroom.

"Now now, settle down children," the professor said, bringing the floating downy ball closer to himself before vanishing the ball in a small shower of sparks. "As much as I want to let you all enjoy yourselves whilst also practising using the spell, it wouldn't do to have someone choke or get their eyes poked in some unfortunate accident."

The classroom collectively whined at it, but Ron was secretly glad.

After all, he still wasn't very good at magic.

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AN:
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Kitsu: And so the magic classes begin.

I can't wait until year two, because that's were the fun shit can really begin. But suffice to say, we got gifted a whole bunch of money from V1empire to keep going, so we essentially have enough for a few more months of updates maybe.

Of course, winter sale is coming up this December, and I'm hoping he does an absolute silly, and drops enough on us to last until June. Because that would mean we can just ht him up during the next sale and not have to bother anyone else about keeping the story going as long as possible.

Though I may cut down on the amount of stories I have going with Alphabet as dual collabs in the future once Yoda's Enthusiastic Prequel and Red Sun over Paradise are done, and get him more Solo stuff. Because bro needs more solo stuff he can branch out into, and more time to do those solo things.

A bird can't spread their wings if they're tied to a fox after all.

TheLetter_A: And a bird can't spread their wings if they're bogged down with a schedule that leaves everyone mildly annoyed with the delays. But we're working through it, and I do have a few things in the works, the big thing is just getting the time for it in-between life stuff, uni stuff, collab-commission stuff, all while having free time to just not do anything. Of course, money is always an incentive

Kitsu: Yup! And now time for our links!

Kitsu's Foxxo Shrine: https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/

TheLetter_A: https://ko-fi.com/thelettera36667

Also, we have published work! Our group got the first arc of A Kitsune's Ascent Published!

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We also have the extended edition of A Kitsune's Ascent with even more bonus chapters, side stories, and more!

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You can also check out HiddenMaster's original story, Catgirl Isekai Gone Wrong Arcs 1 and 2, down below!

Catgirl Isekai Gone Wrong Arc 1

https://books2read.com/u/mZzzGy

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Catgirl Isekai Gone Wrong Arc 2!

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