Disclaimer: I own neither Sailor Moon, nor Harry Potter. I'm not that
great of a writer.
Bunny Moon, is Usagi, I just changed her name to her real English dub name, cause for on, Usagi isn't an English name, and would stand out in London, and two, I don't like using the name Serena. Bunny is her real English dub name, so I decided to use it. I hope that wont hinder you guys from reading this.
Chapter one:
Photogenic Memories
Bunny Moon slapped the book shut, and slid her chair back. She glanced out at the street, and inhaled the lovely scent of sweet peas growing in the flowerbed behind her, and the green lushes maple standing strong in the middle of the wide sidewalk.
A car zoomed by, speeding beyond the speed limit. Pedestrians crossed the street, at the crosswalks. Mobs of people strolled down town, in no hurry at all on a warm Saturday afternoon.
Pushing herself up to her feet, she dusted her hands on her old worn out blue jeans, and grabbed the book she had been reading.
"Bunny, when is your break over?"
The ten-year-old girl turned from the trashcan, as she tossed the empty Styrofoam cup away. "Uh, ten minutes, why Vicki?"
The girl hanging out of the shop replied nonchalantly, "because, I wanted to get off a little early. Can you cover for me?"
The red haired, teenage girl slapped on a pleading face. "Please Bunny, Frank finally asked me out to the movies. Just this once?"
Bunny shook her head, relenting when she saw the puppy dog look, "I guess. When will you be back?"
The girl named Vicki squealed with delight, and bounded out of the little shop. She rushed Bunny, and jerked the tiny girl into a bear hug. "Thanks girl, you're the best. I'll see you at five!" She gave Bunny a peck on the cheek, before running off.
Bunny sighed, suddenly hating herself for her soft heart. People walked all over her, like she was some kind of door matt. Tucking the book under her arm, she started towards the shop Vicki had popped out of.
"Hey Bunny, don't you have ten more minutes?" A blond haired man standing behind the counter looked up, when the door jingled. He glanced at the clock, a frown playing on his face. "I see Vicki is gone."
Bunny sheepishly grinned, moving behind the counter, "Yea, movie I guess." She tossed her book into a small cubbyhole, and grabbed a pair of cheap latex gloves. She slipped them on, and leaned against the counter behind her.
The man, who looked about twenty, shook his head, "You let people walk all over you, you know that?"
Bunny, nervously laughed, realizing that she had just been thinking of the same thing. She rubbed the back of her neck, as she looked up into the man's brown eyes. "I don't mind really. As long as I get paid in the process."
The guy rolled his eyes, "Yea, we'll see if Vicki shares her pay check with you." Bunny sighed, dropping her hand, "Jim are you trying to make me feel any lower than I already do?" She shot the blond man a steely gaze.
Her azure eyes spit fire at him, and the man backed away carefully. "Not intentionally. You're the only ten year old I know that has PMS."
She glowered at him, "Cute, real cute, Jim." He chuckled, "Well I found it funny."
The door to the small candy shop opened, and the bell jingled. Bunny looked up, as tourists crowded into the small store. She slapped on a smile, as an elderly couple reached the counter, with a small bag they had been able to fill.
Taking the bag, she calculated the cost, and typed it on the register. The total came up on the small screen. Still smiling, she chimed, "that will be seven dollars, and eighty-three cents."
The man pulled out his billfold, and handed her a ten-dollar bill.
Taking the money, she typed it on the register, and the change left over, appeared on the screen. The drawer of the cash register popped opened, and she counted out the money. "And two dollars and seventeen cents is your change."
Bunny handed the man his money, and his receipt. "Have a great day." The old woman nodded her head, herding the old man out of the crammed shop.
Jim shook his head, "You sure sound happy today." Bunny rolled her eyes, "Maybe you'll learn a few pointers. Customers like to see a smiling face, they act nicer." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a grin playing on her face.
Another customer stepped up to the counter. "Hello, did you find everything you needed?"
Jim shook his head, a smile playing on his face. He turned from the tiny girl standing next to him, to the other customers. "I can help whoever's next in line."
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Bunny stretched lazily on the chair near the door of the shop. She looked up at the clock, as she stifled a yawn. "Closing time, finally."
She slapped her hands on her knees, and pushed herself up out of the chair. "You head on home Jim, I'll close up shop."
The blond haired man nodded, "All right." He reached for his jacket hanging up on the wall. "See you tomorrow Bunny. You take care of yourself."
He headed for the door, pushing it open, as he called over his shoulder, "Bye." The door slammed shut behind him, and Bunny was left alone.
Sighing wearily, she moved to the door, and flipped the sign over. She took her keys, and locked the old wooden door.
Turning, she crossed the creaky floor, to the counter. She used her keys to lock the drawer, before grabbing her book from the cubby. Tucking it under her arm, she flipped the lights off, and headed for the back door.
Opening it, she used her foot to prop it open, as she set the alarm. It beeped, and she head down the steep stone steps. In the basement, she tossed her book onto the old bunk near the stairs. She crossed the small room, to the stack of old books, and a small golden key, she had neglected to put away.
She dropped down to sit on front of the books, and crossed her legs in front of her. She selected a book from the stack of old books, which were covered in dust.
Bunny flipped it open to the first page. It was an old photo album; her mother had started when Bunny had been born. Bunny flipped through the pictures, stopping every once and a while at an image of her and her mother.
She stared at one particular picture for a long time. It was one of a three-year-old Bunny at her birthday party. She was about to blow out the candles. But that wasn't what caught the young girl's attention. It was the young woman standing behind the three year old, staring directly at the camera.
The woman with long unkempt blonde hair, and glowing silvery gray eyes, was smiling. A window must have been opened, or maybe it was a door. The woman's silky hair moved with the breeze, as the three-year-old Bunny leaned forward to blow the candles out.
Bunny sighed, as she traced a finger over the picture, before she flipped through the rest of the book. The book ended a quarter through the thick book, with a picture of Bunny at the age of seven. It had been taken a day before her mother's death.
The same woman from the other pictures was in this one too. They were dressed for a day out in the sun. It had been her seventh birthday, and they had spent the whole day at the beach, just the two of them.
Bunny closed the book, and replaced it. Her mother had died on July 1st, the day after her seventh birthday.
Setting the book back, Bunny glanced at the calendar on the wall. Three years ago, at midnight, her mother's body had been found, she had been murdered.
Bunny exhaled roughly, as she stood. Shakily, she moved to her bed, and fell onto it with a huff. All she had was the pictures now. Her memory of her mother was fading fast, and it was only the pictures that kept her from forgetting all of it. Forgetting the few precious memories she still had left.
Lying down, she curled her legs to her chest. Her eyes began to droop, and sleep began to tug at her haggard form.
Yawning, she reached over behind her, and tugged the thin blanket over her shivering form.
"G-night mum."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE READ Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I know its short, but I promise, the chapters get longer as I get deeper into the Plot. I plan to rewrite the Harry Potter series. I got this idea, from another story I read; I think it was Serenity, Voldemort Child. It was a great story, and it inspired me to write this. I'm not using any of her ideas or plots, just the idea of rewriting the series.
I will be adding the others into this story. There are no senshi, but their other persona will be. They will become something like a guardian to Bunny, but they won't transform into mini shirts and such. Don't want to give Snape a nose bleed now do we. Hehe, or maybe we do. :D
Ahem, well I was wondering, if I should give them couples. All of the senshi are here, including Setsuna and Hotaru.ect. No Mamoru, unless you really want him in here. I don't think I could squeeze him into the plot, without complicating it any more.
There will be somewhat of a triangle romance in here that revolves around Bunny. Cause she draws people to her, and plus I wanted to make those boy squirm, and fight over her some.
Well tell me what you want, and I'll take it into consideration okay. Well I believe that's it, thank you for reading all of this, and I'm sure I bored you long enough. So tata for now. LP sighing out.
Bunny Moon, is Usagi, I just changed her name to her real English dub name, cause for on, Usagi isn't an English name, and would stand out in London, and two, I don't like using the name Serena. Bunny is her real English dub name, so I decided to use it. I hope that wont hinder you guys from reading this.
Chapter one:
Photogenic Memories
Bunny Moon slapped the book shut, and slid her chair back. She glanced out at the street, and inhaled the lovely scent of sweet peas growing in the flowerbed behind her, and the green lushes maple standing strong in the middle of the wide sidewalk.
A car zoomed by, speeding beyond the speed limit. Pedestrians crossed the street, at the crosswalks. Mobs of people strolled down town, in no hurry at all on a warm Saturday afternoon.
Pushing herself up to her feet, she dusted her hands on her old worn out blue jeans, and grabbed the book she had been reading.
"Bunny, when is your break over?"
The ten-year-old girl turned from the trashcan, as she tossed the empty Styrofoam cup away. "Uh, ten minutes, why Vicki?"
The girl hanging out of the shop replied nonchalantly, "because, I wanted to get off a little early. Can you cover for me?"
The red haired, teenage girl slapped on a pleading face. "Please Bunny, Frank finally asked me out to the movies. Just this once?"
Bunny shook her head, relenting when she saw the puppy dog look, "I guess. When will you be back?"
The girl named Vicki squealed with delight, and bounded out of the little shop. She rushed Bunny, and jerked the tiny girl into a bear hug. "Thanks girl, you're the best. I'll see you at five!" She gave Bunny a peck on the cheek, before running off.
Bunny sighed, suddenly hating herself for her soft heart. People walked all over her, like she was some kind of door matt. Tucking the book under her arm, she started towards the shop Vicki had popped out of.
"Hey Bunny, don't you have ten more minutes?" A blond haired man standing behind the counter looked up, when the door jingled. He glanced at the clock, a frown playing on his face. "I see Vicki is gone."
Bunny sheepishly grinned, moving behind the counter, "Yea, movie I guess." She tossed her book into a small cubbyhole, and grabbed a pair of cheap latex gloves. She slipped them on, and leaned against the counter behind her.
The man, who looked about twenty, shook his head, "You let people walk all over you, you know that?"
Bunny, nervously laughed, realizing that she had just been thinking of the same thing. She rubbed the back of her neck, as she looked up into the man's brown eyes. "I don't mind really. As long as I get paid in the process."
The guy rolled his eyes, "Yea, we'll see if Vicki shares her pay check with you." Bunny sighed, dropping her hand, "Jim are you trying to make me feel any lower than I already do?" She shot the blond man a steely gaze.
Her azure eyes spit fire at him, and the man backed away carefully. "Not intentionally. You're the only ten year old I know that has PMS."
She glowered at him, "Cute, real cute, Jim." He chuckled, "Well I found it funny."
The door to the small candy shop opened, and the bell jingled. Bunny looked up, as tourists crowded into the small store. She slapped on a smile, as an elderly couple reached the counter, with a small bag they had been able to fill.
Taking the bag, she calculated the cost, and typed it on the register. The total came up on the small screen. Still smiling, she chimed, "that will be seven dollars, and eighty-three cents."
The man pulled out his billfold, and handed her a ten-dollar bill.
Taking the money, she typed it on the register, and the change left over, appeared on the screen. The drawer of the cash register popped opened, and she counted out the money. "And two dollars and seventeen cents is your change."
Bunny handed the man his money, and his receipt. "Have a great day." The old woman nodded her head, herding the old man out of the crammed shop.
Jim shook his head, "You sure sound happy today." Bunny rolled her eyes, "Maybe you'll learn a few pointers. Customers like to see a smiling face, they act nicer." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a grin playing on her face.
Another customer stepped up to the counter. "Hello, did you find everything you needed?"
Jim shook his head, a smile playing on his face. He turned from the tiny girl standing next to him, to the other customers. "I can help whoever's next in line."
?????
Bunny stretched lazily on the chair near the door of the shop. She looked up at the clock, as she stifled a yawn. "Closing time, finally."
She slapped her hands on her knees, and pushed herself up out of the chair. "You head on home Jim, I'll close up shop."
The blond haired man nodded, "All right." He reached for his jacket hanging up on the wall. "See you tomorrow Bunny. You take care of yourself."
He headed for the door, pushing it open, as he called over his shoulder, "Bye." The door slammed shut behind him, and Bunny was left alone.
Sighing wearily, she moved to the door, and flipped the sign over. She took her keys, and locked the old wooden door.
Turning, she crossed the creaky floor, to the counter. She used her keys to lock the drawer, before grabbing her book from the cubby. Tucking it under her arm, she flipped the lights off, and headed for the back door.
Opening it, she used her foot to prop it open, as she set the alarm. It beeped, and she head down the steep stone steps. In the basement, she tossed her book onto the old bunk near the stairs. She crossed the small room, to the stack of old books, and a small golden key, she had neglected to put away.
She dropped down to sit on front of the books, and crossed her legs in front of her. She selected a book from the stack of old books, which were covered in dust.
Bunny flipped it open to the first page. It was an old photo album; her mother had started when Bunny had been born. Bunny flipped through the pictures, stopping every once and a while at an image of her and her mother.
She stared at one particular picture for a long time. It was one of a three-year-old Bunny at her birthday party. She was about to blow out the candles. But that wasn't what caught the young girl's attention. It was the young woman standing behind the three year old, staring directly at the camera.
The woman with long unkempt blonde hair, and glowing silvery gray eyes, was smiling. A window must have been opened, or maybe it was a door. The woman's silky hair moved with the breeze, as the three-year-old Bunny leaned forward to blow the candles out.
Bunny sighed, as she traced a finger over the picture, before she flipped through the rest of the book. The book ended a quarter through the thick book, with a picture of Bunny at the age of seven. It had been taken a day before her mother's death.
The same woman from the other pictures was in this one too. They were dressed for a day out in the sun. It had been her seventh birthday, and they had spent the whole day at the beach, just the two of them.
Bunny closed the book, and replaced it. Her mother had died on July 1st, the day after her seventh birthday.
Setting the book back, Bunny glanced at the calendar on the wall. Three years ago, at midnight, her mother's body had been found, she had been murdered.
Bunny exhaled roughly, as she stood. Shakily, she moved to her bed, and fell onto it with a huff. All she had was the pictures now. Her memory of her mother was fading fast, and it was only the pictures that kept her from forgetting all of it. Forgetting the few precious memories she still had left.
Lying down, she curled her legs to her chest. Her eyes began to droop, and sleep began to tug at her haggard form.
Yawning, she reached over behind her, and tugged the thin blanket over her shivering form.
"G-night mum."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE READ Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I know its short, but I promise, the chapters get longer as I get deeper into the Plot. I plan to rewrite the Harry Potter series. I got this idea, from another story I read; I think it was Serenity, Voldemort Child. It was a great story, and it inspired me to write this. I'm not using any of her ideas or plots, just the idea of rewriting the series.
I will be adding the others into this story. There are no senshi, but their other persona will be. They will become something like a guardian to Bunny, but they won't transform into mini shirts and such. Don't want to give Snape a nose bleed now do we. Hehe, or maybe we do. :D
Ahem, well I was wondering, if I should give them couples. All of the senshi are here, including Setsuna and Hotaru.ect. No Mamoru, unless you really want him in here. I don't think I could squeeze him into the plot, without complicating it any more.
There will be somewhat of a triangle romance in here that revolves around Bunny. Cause she draws people to her, and plus I wanted to make those boy squirm, and fight over her some.
Well tell me what you want, and I'll take it into consideration okay. Well I believe that's it, thank you for reading all of this, and I'm sure I bored you long enough. So tata for now. LP sighing out.