Yggdrasil: The Damned

Who knew that a stick, a stone and a cloak could be such a a pain in the ass. If it was up to him, I Harry would've stayed far away, but now he's stuck being the Lapdog-of-Death. It's 1942. Voldemort's a girl he likes to ogle, Dumbledore's ass over head over his name and Grindelwald thinks he can do a better job licking Death's toes (Not that the bastard has any). On Wattpad/Ao3