Don't own, J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishers do.
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
Tale about a Muggle woman stranded in the middle of the Wizard Wars during HP's fifth year. My personal take on how-it-all-might-end. Please consider this a kind of alternate universe from any official publication or future canon. Angst, adventure and romance. R-rating for use of swearwords and violence. Rating might change.
You have been warned.
Muggle
1. Meet the neighbours
"And -if- I do find that damn boy of yours.."
"How -dare- you be calling my son names you- you- you"
"trying to kill that wonderful bird again.."
"you- you- you.."
"with that shotgun you probably do not even have a licence for.."
"you- you- you.."
"I -will- go to the police and turn in the lot of you!"
"you- you…"
"You are not very original, now are you?" the petite blonde said, still not raising her voice, pushing back her glasses with her middle finger, her left hand at her hip. Behind the glasses pale blue eyes shot daggers at her new neighbour, one Mrs. Petunia Dursley. Bony and horsefaced, an ugly fiery blush on her cheeks, hand clenched into impotent fists, she raged at the younger woman, finally finding a fitting invective.
"You harlot! How DARE you accuse my poor Dudley of anything! You! A person of utter misconduct- Lowering the neighbourhood fowling it with your presence! How -dare- you tell any of us how to behave- with you comings and goings in the middle of night…"
"Oh hardly!"
"Doing what ever you would please-"
"Mrs. Dursley, you are very lucky I'm a -teacher- and used to repeating myself, but to you I will say this only one more time! If I -ever- see your son taking a shot on that white owl again, you will find yourselves knee-deep in court orders and fines and your precious Dudley probably shipped of to military school!"
Ari looked up past the furious woman to a bedroom window on the second floor behind her. There was a boy behind that window. A pale boy with a mob of unruly black hair and brilliant emerald eyes. He stared at their bickering over the hedge separating their respective gardens, a sleight smile on his face and a sleepy white owl perched on his left forearm. Ari caught his eye. He waved a bit and she smiled a second, both gestures unnoticed by the ranting woman in between.
Ariadne Philpot had never ever in her life met a family like the Dursley's. They tried their damnest to appear utterly normal while housing two extraordinary children. One was the size of a small elephant, the other fine boned and elegant, looking quite thin in worn out oversized clothing. At first Ari thought they had to be brothers- but Mrs. Dursley had quickly convinced her of her mistake- That was when she still thought of Ari as a kind-hearted but somewhat naïve young woman who still had to learn a lot about how the world really worked.
So Petunia told Ari the fat elephant was her own well mannered perfect little bundle of joy called Dudley, and that 'other one' the poor orphaned relative they had graciously taken in.
But the loud shouting matches between the 'Lord of the manor', Vernon Dursley, and the so called 'other one', had quickly persuaded Ari otherwise. She liked the dark hared child, who introduced himself as Harry Potter. He had looked at her oddly, when he told her his name, almost as if he half expected she would have some reaction to it. When there came none, however, he seemed relieved and extended his hand. Ari shook it over the hedge and that instant, she knew they would be friends.
While the fat Dudley was humoured in every way possible but for the admittedly valiant tries of his parents to make him lose weight, Harry seemed to be totally ignored. The boy did not seem to be overtly bothered by this lack of attention. He worked around the house a lot, not unlike an unpaid handyman, and for the rest of the time he appeared to lock himself up in his room, studying.
The Dursleys where quite annoyed when they realised their new neighbour was making friends with the boy. And when they found out about the work Ari did, she was treated to one of Mr. Dursleys bigoted tirades against anyone of non-European decent, especially those damned criminals who only came to the UK to steel jobs and houses from the British.
"They lock up their wives in their homes and they do not even speak English! Toss them back into the sea, I say! Back to their unchristian countries with their heathen habits! And those so called political refugees- well, if they are criminals in their own countries, let them go hang in their own countries! They are smelly and filthy and not-like-us!"
From that moment, something of a cold war had been going on between Ari and the Dursleys.
And then Ari had found Dudley taking shots at a beautiful snow-white owl, apparently Harry's pet. It had been the last straw for the high tempered young woman and she had given Petunia a piece of her mind, while the whole of the Privet Drive backyards bore witness. Shame and anger warred on Petunia's face as she tried to talk down to Ari. Both next door neighbours hung on their every word, snickering, while the one on Petunia's side pretended to hang up the laundry and the one on Ari's side red a book sitting on a garden bench in the summer sunshine, holding the book upside down.
Ari knew there would be hell to pay for poor Harry tonight, when his uncle got home. She had found out the Dursley's where somewhat afraid of Harry for some reason, so she did not think it would come to blows- but she would check up on the boy, she had already promised herself. Yet, when she went to work that evening, a little after six, she went away with an odd sense of foreboding that had only very little to do with what had transpired that afternoon.
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
Tale about a Muggle woman stranded in the middle of the Wizard Wars during HP's fifth year. My personal take on how-it-all-might-end. Please consider this a kind of alternate universe from any official publication or future canon. Angst, adventure and romance. R-rating for use of swearwords and violence. Rating might change.
You have been warned.
Muggle
1. Meet the neighbours
"And -if- I do find that damn boy of yours.."
"How -dare- you be calling my son names you- you- you"
"trying to kill that wonderful bird again.."
"you- you- you.."
"with that shotgun you probably do not even have a licence for.."
"you- you- you.."
"I -will- go to the police and turn in the lot of you!"
"you- you…"
"You are not very original, now are you?" the petite blonde said, still not raising her voice, pushing back her glasses with her middle finger, her left hand at her hip. Behind the glasses pale blue eyes shot daggers at her new neighbour, one Mrs. Petunia Dursley. Bony and horsefaced, an ugly fiery blush on her cheeks, hand clenched into impotent fists, she raged at the younger woman, finally finding a fitting invective.
"You harlot! How DARE you accuse my poor Dudley of anything! You! A person of utter misconduct- Lowering the neighbourhood fowling it with your presence! How -dare- you tell any of us how to behave- with you comings and goings in the middle of night…"
"Oh hardly!"
"Doing what ever you would please-"
"Mrs. Dursley, you are very lucky I'm a -teacher- and used to repeating myself, but to you I will say this only one more time! If I -ever- see your son taking a shot on that white owl again, you will find yourselves knee-deep in court orders and fines and your precious Dudley probably shipped of to military school!"
Ari looked up past the furious woman to a bedroom window on the second floor behind her. There was a boy behind that window. A pale boy with a mob of unruly black hair and brilliant emerald eyes. He stared at their bickering over the hedge separating their respective gardens, a sleight smile on his face and a sleepy white owl perched on his left forearm. Ari caught his eye. He waved a bit and she smiled a second, both gestures unnoticed by the ranting woman in between.
Ariadne Philpot had never ever in her life met a family like the Dursley's. They tried their damnest to appear utterly normal while housing two extraordinary children. One was the size of a small elephant, the other fine boned and elegant, looking quite thin in worn out oversized clothing. At first Ari thought they had to be brothers- but Mrs. Dursley had quickly convinced her of her mistake- That was when she still thought of Ari as a kind-hearted but somewhat naïve young woman who still had to learn a lot about how the world really worked.
So Petunia told Ari the fat elephant was her own well mannered perfect little bundle of joy called Dudley, and that 'other one' the poor orphaned relative they had graciously taken in.
But the loud shouting matches between the 'Lord of the manor', Vernon Dursley, and the so called 'other one', had quickly persuaded Ari otherwise. She liked the dark hared child, who introduced himself as Harry Potter. He had looked at her oddly, when he told her his name, almost as if he half expected she would have some reaction to it. When there came none, however, he seemed relieved and extended his hand. Ari shook it over the hedge and that instant, she knew they would be friends.
While the fat Dudley was humoured in every way possible but for the admittedly valiant tries of his parents to make him lose weight, Harry seemed to be totally ignored. The boy did not seem to be overtly bothered by this lack of attention. He worked around the house a lot, not unlike an unpaid handyman, and for the rest of the time he appeared to lock himself up in his room, studying.
The Dursleys where quite annoyed when they realised their new neighbour was making friends with the boy. And when they found out about the work Ari did, she was treated to one of Mr. Dursleys bigoted tirades against anyone of non-European decent, especially those damned criminals who only came to the UK to steel jobs and houses from the British.
"They lock up their wives in their homes and they do not even speak English! Toss them back into the sea, I say! Back to their unchristian countries with their heathen habits! And those so called political refugees- well, if they are criminals in their own countries, let them go hang in their own countries! They are smelly and filthy and not-like-us!"
From that moment, something of a cold war had been going on between Ari and the Dursleys.
And then Ari had found Dudley taking shots at a beautiful snow-white owl, apparently Harry's pet. It had been the last straw for the high tempered young woman and she had given Petunia a piece of her mind, while the whole of the Privet Drive backyards bore witness. Shame and anger warred on Petunia's face as she tried to talk down to Ari. Both next door neighbours hung on their every word, snickering, while the one on Petunia's side pretended to hang up the laundry and the one on Ari's side red a book sitting on a garden bench in the summer sunshine, holding the book upside down.
Ari knew there would be hell to pay for poor Harry tonight, when his uncle got home. She had found out the Dursley's where somewhat afraid of Harry for some reason, so she did not think it would come to blows- but she would check up on the boy, she had already promised herself. Yet, when she went to work that evening, a little after six, she went away with an odd sense of foreboding that had only very little to do with what had transpired that afternoon.