Key: Italics- thoughts
Bold- yelling
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***- Start/End of story *** He couldn't resist any longer. He kissed her luscious red lips. He felt her slender hand fit in his callused hand. Then he woke up. It was a dream. He wished it really happened. Harry felt his heart sink, he didn't even know who that girl was. He was pretty sure that she didn't exist. How could any girl have hair darker than black, blood red lips, and skin as pale as apple blossoms? But little did he know that she does exist. Her name was Kira Black. ______________________________________________________________________
Kira was having a rough day. That collector wouldn't pay her for the tapestry she wove. How could he not pay for that hand-woven, richly colored, silken tapestry? Well he was arrested. She was about give away a linen blanket to a little girl when she bumped into Harry Potter.
"Hey, sorry about that." Kira muttered while picking up her weavings.
"It's ok. My name is Harry Potter." Said a very astonished Harry. So she is real. I guess I better apologize to my dreams.
"My name is Kira Black." Kira said.
"Harry Potter! Do you know this lady?" Bellowed Uncle Vernon.
"Yes. She's Kira. Her father was a friend of my parents." Harry said calmly.
"Have you ever-" Vernon started.
"Dad if she wants to stay over for dinner, we'll let her." Dudley said forcefully.
"If it's ok with her father." Vernon said.
"Sir. I'm an orphan, I need a place to live." Kira stated.
"We'll give her a home daddy!" Dudley said.
"Alright. But she will be earning her home. That means she'll have chores." Vernon said.
"Alright! But I get to choose my chores." Kira Said eagerly.
"Ok. What do you choose?" Vernon said crossly.
"Kitchen and everything to do with it, garden and everything to do with it, and weaving blankets, pillowcases, the whole shebang." Kira said while jumping.
"Ok. That means you clean them too." Aunt Petunia burst in. *** Ok! There you go. R&R! No flames! Aryah Hestia
Bold- yelling
__- Scene change
***- Start/End of story *** He couldn't resist any longer. He kissed her luscious red lips. He felt her slender hand fit in his callused hand. Then he woke up. It was a dream. He wished it really happened. Harry felt his heart sink, he didn't even know who that girl was. He was pretty sure that she didn't exist. How could any girl have hair darker than black, blood red lips, and skin as pale as apple blossoms? But little did he know that she does exist. Her name was Kira Black. ______________________________________________________________________
Kira was having a rough day. That collector wouldn't pay her for the tapestry she wove. How could he not pay for that hand-woven, richly colored, silken tapestry? Well he was arrested. She was about give away a linen blanket to a little girl when she bumped into Harry Potter.
"Hey, sorry about that." Kira muttered while picking up her weavings.
"It's ok. My name is Harry Potter." Said a very astonished Harry. So she is real. I guess I better apologize to my dreams.
"My name is Kira Black." Kira said.
"Harry Potter! Do you know this lady?" Bellowed Uncle Vernon.
"Yes. She's Kira. Her father was a friend of my parents." Harry said calmly.
"Have you ever-" Vernon started.
"Dad if she wants to stay over for dinner, we'll let her." Dudley said forcefully.
"If it's ok with her father." Vernon said.
"Sir. I'm an orphan, I need a place to live." Kira stated.
"We'll give her a home daddy!" Dudley said.
"Alright. But she will be earning her home. That means she'll have chores." Vernon said.
"Alright! But I get to choose my chores." Kira Said eagerly.
"Ok. What do you choose?" Vernon said crossly.
"Kitchen and everything to do with it, garden and everything to do with it, and weaving blankets, pillowcases, the whole shebang." Kira said while jumping.
"Ok. That means you clean them too." Aunt Petunia burst in. *** Ok! There you go. R&R! No flames! Aryah Hestia