Hi! This is my story and I don't own Harry Potter. And Ama is not a Mary Sue. Enjoy!
It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, and it was spring. The birds were twittering like mad trying to attract a mate so they could have sex for purely procreative purposes. No, really. Harry Potter, now in his seventh year, was wandering along the streets of Hogsmeade, and he was wondering how to approach that eight-foot essay Snape had assigned.
"Oi, you!"
Harry turned slowly, and saw an image of loveliness coming towards him. Her hair was wild and stark white, and her eyes were red and angry behind glasses large enough and thick enough to rival Professor Trelawny. She was dressed in revealing scarlet robes that showed off her ample cleavage and luscious curves. "Uh, can I help you?"
"You! You walked out on your tab! You bloody idiot, I'll kill you!"
Now that Harry thought of it, it seemed that this stunning albino goddess had been a waitress at the Three Broomsticks. Funny he hadn't noticed her before.
"This'll come out of MY pay, you!" she ranted, pulling out her wand. "I have half a mind--"
"Whoa, I'm sorry!" Harry said quickly. "Look, I'll come back and pay, and... and... I'll treat you to a butterbeer? To apologise?"
The young lady blinked her blood-red eyes several times. "Oh. Well, okay. Hey, aren't you Harry Potter?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Cool. I was a Gryffindor when I went to Hogwarts." She flipped her hair. "Look, this sun is awful for my skin. Can we go inside?"
As they re-entered the Three Broomsticks, Harry asked her name. She said, "My name is Louisa Amalthea Serenity Tremblay. You can call me Ama."
"That's a very... er... unique name, Ama."
Ama shrugged.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as they sat down at the bar. Their thighs touched.
Please read and review no flames please!
It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, and it was spring. The birds were twittering like mad trying to attract a mate so they could have sex for purely procreative purposes. No, really. Harry Potter, now in his seventh year, was wandering along the streets of Hogsmeade, and he was wondering how to approach that eight-foot essay Snape had assigned.
"Oi, you!"
Harry turned slowly, and saw an image of loveliness coming towards him. Her hair was wild and stark white, and her eyes were red and angry behind glasses large enough and thick enough to rival Professor Trelawny. She was dressed in revealing scarlet robes that showed off her ample cleavage and luscious curves. "Uh, can I help you?"
"You! You walked out on your tab! You bloody idiot, I'll kill you!"
Now that Harry thought of it, it seemed that this stunning albino goddess had been a waitress at the Three Broomsticks. Funny he hadn't noticed her before.
"This'll come out of MY pay, you!" she ranted, pulling out her wand. "I have half a mind--"
"Whoa, I'm sorry!" Harry said quickly. "Look, I'll come back and pay, and... and... I'll treat you to a butterbeer? To apologise?"
The young lady blinked her blood-red eyes several times. "Oh. Well, okay. Hey, aren't you Harry Potter?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Cool. I was a Gryffindor when I went to Hogwarts." She flipped her hair. "Look, this sun is awful for my skin. Can we go inside?"
As they re-entered the Three Broomsticks, Harry asked her name. She said, "My name is Louisa Amalthea Serenity Tremblay. You can call me Ama."
"That's a very... er... unique name, Ama."
Ama shrugged.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as they sat down at the bar. Their thighs touched.
Please read and review no flames please!