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Did you know that T.S. Eliot, whose poems were adapted into the Broadway musical Cats, was very fond of night walking? Hence the hallucinatory vibe in the musical. XD
Summary:
Harry Potter/xxxHolic crossover. (+cameos )
In a little shop in downtown London, just shy of his sixteenth birthday, Harry Potter makes a wish to see Sirius again.
Eighteen year old Kimihiro Watanuki agrees to make it possible, if Harry agrees to work for him for an unspecified amount of time. Thus the mysterious shopkeeper sets out to teach noctambulisme, or "night-walking", to his new employee, in order to breech the realm of dreams where animals can talk, time and space are meaningless, and some guy's dead grandfather keeps popping up... not to mention that weird kid from another dimension.
...But Watanuki knows better than anyone that sleep is a facsimile of death, dreams are a facsimile of life, and Harry... is all too tempted to let go.
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"If you did not choose to be here consciously, and you did not choose to be here subconsciously, how did you manage to get here at all?" the Baron inquired.
Harry grumbled an answer and looked away, shoulders stiff and offended.
The Baron arched a feline eyebrow. "I beg our pardon?"
"I said, my boss wacked me with an ofuda."
Summary:
Harry Potter/xxxHolic crossover. (+cameos )
In a little shop in downtown London, just shy of his sixteenth birthday, Harry Potter makes a wish to see Sirius again.
Eighteen year old Kimihiro Watanuki agrees to make it possible, if Harry agrees to work for him for an unspecified amount of time. Thus the mysterious shopkeeper sets out to teach noctambulisme, or "night-walking", to his new employee, in order to breech the realm of dreams where animals can talk, time and space are meaningless, and some guy's dead grandfather keeps popping up... not to mention that weird kid from another dimension.
...But Watanuki knows better than anyone that sleep is a facsimile of death, dreams are a facsimile of life, and Harry... is all too tempted to let go.
----
"If you did not choose to be here consciously, and you did not choose to be here subconsciously, how did you manage to get here at all?" the Baron inquired.
Harry grumbled an answer and looked away, shoulders stiff and offended.
The Baron arched a feline eyebrow. "I beg our pardon?"
"I said, my boss wacked me with an ofuda."
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um is this a fanfiction? and if so where can i read it?