Title: Harry Potter's Seventh year. Slightly twisted. *wink*
Summary: What if Peter Pettigrew (AKA: Wormtail, AKA: Scabbers) and Tom Marvalo Riddle (Of course, Lord Voldemort) didn't exist? What if everyone else lived? This is my version of what would've happened if they didn't exist. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not, own anything of this fabulous Harry Potter series. Thank you J.K. Rowling (the Queen of the HP Series) for creating such lovable characters - well, most of them anyways.
Author's Note: I don't know how crappy this is, or how awesome it is, but please review it. Pretty please with a cherry on top? Also READ THIS: I HAVE READ OotP, BUT YOU-KNOW-WHO CANNOT DIE!!!!! I LOVE THAT CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S WHY THEY'RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! =D And also, you know, this is a period of no Voldemort, so yeah.
Anyways, on to the story.
~^~ Chapter 1~^~
In the Heart of London, where no Muggles lived for some reason, a beautiful house stood. It was 4 stories high, and was quite expensive. "The Potters are really rich," was always going around in circles in the Wizarding community. This is where the Potters live who were known to many Witches and Wizards. In front of the house, however, a boy around age 17 stood with a broomstick, a Firebolt to be exact. He appeared to be just in from a long trip flying since he looked very messy. Of course, you couldn't tell with his gorgeous hair. He had his father's hair, face, body, and everything except for his beautiful eyes. He had his mother's bright green eyes. Harry Potter, they called him.
Harry walked in the door. His sister, Jenny Potter, a girl around age 16 was sitting on the couch looking very interested in reading "The Quibbler." Red hair with pretty sea-blue eyes was very much like her mother.
"Hey Jenny. What are you doing?" Harry asked as he set his broomstick down.
"I'm just waiting for Sirius to get his sorry butt over here. He told me that he'd be coming over later with Mark and Amanda and also my birthday gift, even though my birthday was last week. But then yeah - " She was interrupted by her mother, Lily Potter.
"Harry? Are you home, honey?" Mrs. Potter started coming down the stairs. Beautiful red hair, piercing bright green eyes, Lily Potter was gorgeous.
"Mom? I am 17 years old! Stop treating me like I am 11!" Harry shouted at his mother. But the soon said "Sorry" after the look on his mother's face.
"Well, Harry, I was going to tell you and Jenny something about Ginny and Ron. But if you guys don't care, I'm fine with it." Mrs. Potter simply said, which made Jenny look at Harry with a look that suggested she would kill him.
"I'm sorry mom. What about Ginny?" asked Harry. Ginny Weasley, Harry's girlfriend, who was a year younger than him, as old as Jenny and also one of her best friends, was also Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley's, sister.
Mrs. Potter smiled and said, "Well, they might be coming here tomorrow and can stay for a week before you have to go to Hogwarts again. Hermione also will be coming."
"Mom, where is Chris?" Jenny asked, suddenly amused. Christopher Potter, the youngest of the three Potter children, was starting his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I'm right here, Jenny," Chris said. He descended down the stairs looking like he just woke up now. "Why were you looking for me?"
"Well, Hermione is coming over, you moron!"
Mrs. Potter gave Jenny a death-glare but looked at her youngest son who just turned into an interesting shade of red with deep interest.
Harry snickered and said, "I think someone is in love."
"Yeah, and that would be you," said his father. Everyone turned their heads immediately to the door where James Potter had just arrived. Mr. Potter looked like his oldest son and laughed.
"I'm not denying it," Harry replied walking towards the stairs. He went to his room and just looked at it.
It was actually two levels. In the top level, there was a four-poster bed overlooking the rest of the room. It was like a balcony. In the bottom level, there was everything about Quidditch and his favorite subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also there was a couch and Muggle's "television" and a desk. All the rooms were like this except with the owner's interests in the bottom level.
Harry decided to write a letter to Ginny.
He got out a piece of parchment, a quill and ink and began to write.
'Dear Ginny,
How are you? I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Hope to start playing Quidditch with you guys again. Oh, did I tell you? I've been made Quidditch captain and also Head Boy. I'm not pleased as much as mom. And Dad looks like he's going to puke. Can't blame him, though, can you? He thought I would be after his and Sirius's footsteps by making I don't know, maybe Marauder's Juniors? But I really didn't want Head Boy. Wonder why Dumbledore picked me. And I wonder who the Head Girl is. I'll bet anything that it's Hermione. And about Quidditch, well, they're will be tryouts obviously this year since Ron and I will be the only players left. I sincerely hope you tryout. I know you're a wonderful chaser. I've got to go now. I'll see you tomorrow.
Love always, -Harry'
He called for Hedwig, his snowy white owl, and attached the letter to her and watched her take off. Just then someone knocked on the door. It was Mrs. Potter.
"Harry? I want to ask you something."
"Sure, Mom. What's up?"
"How serious are you about Ginny?"
Harry looked at his mother confused. "What? I love her. Why are you asking me?"
"Because she'll be entering her sixth year and you're entering your seventh year. What are you going to do when you graduate from Hogwarts?"
"Mom, what will come will come. I think I'll have a talk with Ginny later about it. I'm really happy that you are concerned about this situation," Harry said.
"You know that I love Ginny. She's such a darling sweetheart. Can't believe why she fell for you, though." Mrs. Potter started laughing while Harry looked shocked. Suddenly a big bang came from downstairs.
"I think Sirius is here, Mom."
"Yeah, I think so, too."
~^~
Well, so how was it? Good, Bad? Well, tell me by reviewing. And remember, if I don't get more than 5 reviews, I won't bother updating it.
Summary: What if Peter Pettigrew (AKA: Wormtail, AKA: Scabbers) and Tom Marvalo Riddle (Of course, Lord Voldemort) didn't exist? What if everyone else lived? This is my version of what would've happened if they didn't exist. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not, own anything of this fabulous Harry Potter series. Thank you J.K. Rowling (the Queen of the HP Series) for creating such lovable characters - well, most of them anyways.
Author's Note: I don't know how crappy this is, or how awesome it is, but please review it. Pretty please with a cherry on top? Also READ THIS: I HAVE READ OotP, BUT YOU-KNOW-WHO CANNOT DIE!!!!! I LOVE THAT CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S WHY THEY'RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! =D And also, you know, this is a period of no Voldemort, so yeah.
Anyways, on to the story.
~^~ Chapter 1~^~
In the Heart of London, where no Muggles lived for some reason, a beautiful house stood. It was 4 stories high, and was quite expensive. "The Potters are really rich," was always going around in circles in the Wizarding community. This is where the Potters live who were known to many Witches and Wizards. In front of the house, however, a boy around age 17 stood with a broomstick, a Firebolt to be exact. He appeared to be just in from a long trip flying since he looked very messy. Of course, you couldn't tell with his gorgeous hair. He had his father's hair, face, body, and everything except for his beautiful eyes. He had his mother's bright green eyes. Harry Potter, they called him.
Harry walked in the door. His sister, Jenny Potter, a girl around age 16 was sitting on the couch looking very interested in reading "The Quibbler." Red hair with pretty sea-blue eyes was very much like her mother.
"Hey Jenny. What are you doing?" Harry asked as he set his broomstick down.
"I'm just waiting for Sirius to get his sorry butt over here. He told me that he'd be coming over later with Mark and Amanda and also my birthday gift, even though my birthday was last week. But then yeah - " She was interrupted by her mother, Lily Potter.
"Harry? Are you home, honey?" Mrs. Potter started coming down the stairs. Beautiful red hair, piercing bright green eyes, Lily Potter was gorgeous.
"Mom? I am 17 years old! Stop treating me like I am 11!" Harry shouted at his mother. But the soon said "Sorry" after the look on his mother's face.
"Well, Harry, I was going to tell you and Jenny something about Ginny and Ron. But if you guys don't care, I'm fine with it." Mrs. Potter simply said, which made Jenny look at Harry with a look that suggested she would kill him.
"I'm sorry mom. What about Ginny?" asked Harry. Ginny Weasley, Harry's girlfriend, who was a year younger than him, as old as Jenny and also one of her best friends, was also Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley's, sister.
Mrs. Potter smiled and said, "Well, they might be coming here tomorrow and can stay for a week before you have to go to Hogwarts again. Hermione also will be coming."
"Mom, where is Chris?" Jenny asked, suddenly amused. Christopher Potter, the youngest of the three Potter children, was starting his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I'm right here, Jenny," Chris said. He descended down the stairs looking like he just woke up now. "Why were you looking for me?"
"Well, Hermione is coming over, you moron!"
Mrs. Potter gave Jenny a death-glare but looked at her youngest son who just turned into an interesting shade of red with deep interest.
Harry snickered and said, "I think someone is in love."
"Yeah, and that would be you," said his father. Everyone turned their heads immediately to the door where James Potter had just arrived. Mr. Potter looked like his oldest son and laughed.
"I'm not denying it," Harry replied walking towards the stairs. He went to his room and just looked at it.
It was actually two levels. In the top level, there was a four-poster bed overlooking the rest of the room. It was like a balcony. In the bottom level, there was everything about Quidditch and his favorite subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also there was a couch and Muggle's "television" and a desk. All the rooms were like this except with the owner's interests in the bottom level.
Harry decided to write a letter to Ginny.
He got out a piece of parchment, a quill and ink and began to write.
'Dear Ginny,
How are you? I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Hope to start playing Quidditch with you guys again. Oh, did I tell you? I've been made Quidditch captain and also Head Boy. I'm not pleased as much as mom. And Dad looks like he's going to puke. Can't blame him, though, can you? He thought I would be after his and Sirius's footsteps by making I don't know, maybe Marauder's Juniors? But I really didn't want Head Boy. Wonder why Dumbledore picked me. And I wonder who the Head Girl is. I'll bet anything that it's Hermione. And about Quidditch, well, they're will be tryouts obviously this year since Ron and I will be the only players left. I sincerely hope you tryout. I know you're a wonderful chaser. I've got to go now. I'll see you tomorrow.
Love always, -Harry'
He called for Hedwig, his snowy white owl, and attached the letter to her and watched her take off. Just then someone knocked on the door. It was Mrs. Potter.
"Harry? I want to ask you something."
"Sure, Mom. What's up?"
"How serious are you about Ginny?"
Harry looked at his mother confused. "What? I love her. Why are you asking me?"
"Because she'll be entering her sixth year and you're entering your seventh year. What are you going to do when you graduate from Hogwarts?"
"Mom, what will come will come. I think I'll have a talk with Ginny later about it. I'm really happy that you are concerned about this situation," Harry said.
"You know that I love Ginny. She's such a darling sweetheart. Can't believe why she fell for you, though." Mrs. Potter started laughing while Harry looked shocked. Suddenly a big bang came from downstairs.
"I think Sirius is here, Mom."
"Yeah, I think so, too."
~^~
Well, so how was it? Good, Bad? Well, tell me by reviewing. And remember, if I don't get more than 5 reviews, I won't bother updating it.