This crazy idea came to me and my cousin when we were thinking to write a
fanfic by turns. I'm going to write the first chapter, she the second, and
so on. So, this shall be the parody of Harry Potter: PARRY HOTTER AND THE
SECRET LIVES
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Mr. and Mrs. Rudsley, who were living on the 4th Public Drive, were extremely peculiar and very proud of it. Mr. Rudsley, Nervon, was a modern poet and well-known around the world in the circles of poets and Mrs. Rudsley, Netupia, was a bohemian painter. Their house was kind of odd too, it was very old and high. There was only a few furniture and lots of paintings on the walls. They had a son, Duldey, who was very small, thin and shy. He was a young genius in maths and did always the accounting of the family.
Parry Hotter was Rudsleys' adopted child and Duldey´s cousin. Netupia was his aunt. They loved Parry a lot, at least as much as they loved Duldey. Rudsleys had adopted him, when his parents had died in an accident. Parry had that time been only a year old and he didn´t remember anything about his mum and dad. Netupia had told him, that Mr. and Mrs. Hotter had been famous athletes. Parry's dad Mejas had been a well-succeed shotputter and mum Lyli had been a runner.
Now Parry was 16-years-old and very different from quiet and timid Duldey, who admired Parry a lot. Parry was tall and muscular and very handsome. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Parry was also very dumb and bullied Duldey all the time. Parry was, like his parents, really athletic. He had played american football for years. Parry had an own room in Rudsleys' house. He had all the stuff a teenager would like to have: television, videos, stereo and playstation. Rudsleys really indulged him, more than they did to their own son.
It was a hot day of late summer in august. Parry woke up in his spacious room and looked the clock. "It´s only 2pm. Well, maybe I could wake up then," he thought. He looked himself in the mirror. "It's a brand new day, baby. Oh, you look sooo good, like always," Parry said to his reflex in the mirror and winked at it. Parry really looked good. He was a real heartbreaker. Almost every girl in his school had fallen in love with him. But that whom Parry loved was only Parry himself. What else could you expect from a boy who's IQ was lower than that one of a boot?
Parry walked downstairs to the kitchen where Netupia was making lunch. "Good morning, Parry. How did you sleep?" she asked.
Parry snarled something and sat in front of the table. "Gosh, I´m so hungry I could eat a horse! What do we have for lunch?"
Duldey, who was making his homework of quantum physics licked his lips and said: "Mmm, I think mum is making sliced potatoes and fried shoots." Rudsleys didn´t eat meat, except fish somedays - they were vegetarian. Duldey-poor had never had a chance to taste meat, because Netupia and Nervon believed that meat would be bad to his genius' brain. Parry however wasn´t a vegetarian. Actually he never ate vegetables. He thought that they were only for rabbits.
"Yuck, do we have anything else?" Parry asked and stole Duldey´s notebook of maths. "Don´t you know it´s a bad habit to read something in front of dinner table?"
"Parry, please, give it back. Those should be ready by tomorrow," Duldey said trying to get the notebook from Parry. Parry threw it onto the floor. Duldey lifted it up and Parry-meanie kicked Duldey to his bottom.
"Oops, I didn´t see you, maybe I should get glasses," Parry said and took his cousin´s thick-lens glasses. "Parry, please, give it back!" he said imitating Duldey. "Ok boys, dinner is ready," Netupia said. "I´ve made hamburgers for you, Parry."
Rudsleys and Parry ate in silence. Nervon broke the silence by saying: "Parry, I have something to tell you. You are going to a boarding school."
Parry stopped eating his double cheese hamburger and stared at Nervon quietly.
"Yes, I know it doesn´t sound very fun, but your parents had planned and paid it. It´s a nice place in the middle of Los Angeles, called Wogharts. School will start after a week," Nervon said a bit nervous.
"FUN?!" Parry suddenly yelled. "How in heck could it be fun if I´m locked into a boring school with stupid wimps like Duldey all day and night!"
Netupia tried to calm Parry down. "Don´t be so dramatic. It´s not that bad place, there´s an American football team and art and music and so on. And besides, it´s your parents' will. They wanted us to send you to the boarding school."
Parry couldn´t believe it. "What?! I think there´s a misunderstanding or something. Why would they do it to me?
Netupia and Nervon glanced at each other. "Because they loved you so much and wanted only the best for you," Nervon said his voice trembling. Parry´s anger blowups were familiar in the house and this was going to be one. It was not unusual to see things flying and doors slamming when Parry was in that mood. Duldey was usually the first one to suffer his rage and so he was prepared to crawl under the table if seeing any signs of rising storm.
"What if I don´t want to go there?" Parry asked, shouting. "My friends, my hobbies, my WHOLE LIFE is here and you´re forcing me to give it all up and go to some f***ing boarding school where I´m locked in and forbidded to do anything fun! Not even over my death body am I going there!"
Duldey was quivering and whining under the table like a dog who is scolded for its stupid behaviour, Nervon was squeezing his fork and knife hard and biting his lips not to cry, but Netupia was looking calm. "Parry, I know you´re disappointed and who wouldn´t be?" Being sympathetic for a teenager is a good trick and Netupia knew it. "Being sent to a dull school in your best age. I understand you, Parry. But would it be possible for you at least to try it? You can come home if it´s too irritating. For your parent´s sake, not ours," Netupia persuaded Parry.
Parry was already settled down but didn´t want to seem too gentle. "Well, perhaps I could try. But only if you don´t come to see me off."
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Ok, what did you like? R+R, please and we´d be very grateful.
Zandrah writes: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Mr. and Mrs. Rudsley, who were living on the 4th Public Drive, were extremely peculiar and very proud of it. Mr. Rudsley, Nervon, was a modern poet and well-known around the world in the circles of poets and Mrs. Rudsley, Netupia, was a bohemian painter. Their house was kind of odd too, it was very old and high. There was only a few furniture and lots of paintings on the walls. They had a son, Duldey, who was very small, thin and shy. He was a young genius in maths and did always the accounting of the family.
Parry Hotter was Rudsleys' adopted child and Duldey´s cousin. Netupia was his aunt. They loved Parry a lot, at least as much as they loved Duldey. Rudsleys had adopted him, when his parents had died in an accident. Parry had that time been only a year old and he didn´t remember anything about his mum and dad. Netupia had told him, that Mr. and Mrs. Hotter had been famous athletes. Parry's dad Mejas had been a well-succeed shotputter and mum Lyli had been a runner.
Now Parry was 16-years-old and very different from quiet and timid Duldey, who admired Parry a lot. Parry was tall and muscular and very handsome. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Parry was also very dumb and bullied Duldey all the time. Parry was, like his parents, really athletic. He had played american football for years. Parry had an own room in Rudsleys' house. He had all the stuff a teenager would like to have: television, videos, stereo and playstation. Rudsleys really indulged him, more than they did to their own son.
It was a hot day of late summer in august. Parry woke up in his spacious room and looked the clock. "It´s only 2pm. Well, maybe I could wake up then," he thought. He looked himself in the mirror. "It's a brand new day, baby. Oh, you look sooo good, like always," Parry said to his reflex in the mirror and winked at it. Parry really looked good. He was a real heartbreaker. Almost every girl in his school had fallen in love with him. But that whom Parry loved was only Parry himself. What else could you expect from a boy who's IQ was lower than that one of a boot?
Parry walked downstairs to the kitchen where Netupia was making lunch. "Good morning, Parry. How did you sleep?" she asked.
Parry snarled something and sat in front of the table. "Gosh, I´m so hungry I could eat a horse! What do we have for lunch?"
Duldey, who was making his homework of quantum physics licked his lips and said: "Mmm, I think mum is making sliced potatoes and fried shoots." Rudsleys didn´t eat meat, except fish somedays - they were vegetarian. Duldey-poor had never had a chance to taste meat, because Netupia and Nervon believed that meat would be bad to his genius' brain. Parry however wasn´t a vegetarian. Actually he never ate vegetables. He thought that they were only for rabbits.
"Yuck, do we have anything else?" Parry asked and stole Duldey´s notebook of maths. "Don´t you know it´s a bad habit to read something in front of dinner table?"
"Parry, please, give it back. Those should be ready by tomorrow," Duldey said trying to get the notebook from Parry. Parry threw it onto the floor. Duldey lifted it up and Parry-meanie kicked Duldey to his bottom.
"Oops, I didn´t see you, maybe I should get glasses," Parry said and took his cousin´s thick-lens glasses. "Parry, please, give it back!" he said imitating Duldey. "Ok boys, dinner is ready," Netupia said. "I´ve made hamburgers for you, Parry."
Rudsleys and Parry ate in silence. Nervon broke the silence by saying: "Parry, I have something to tell you. You are going to a boarding school."
Parry stopped eating his double cheese hamburger and stared at Nervon quietly.
"Yes, I know it doesn´t sound very fun, but your parents had planned and paid it. It´s a nice place in the middle of Los Angeles, called Wogharts. School will start after a week," Nervon said a bit nervous.
"FUN?!" Parry suddenly yelled. "How in heck could it be fun if I´m locked into a boring school with stupid wimps like Duldey all day and night!"
Netupia tried to calm Parry down. "Don´t be so dramatic. It´s not that bad place, there´s an American football team and art and music and so on. And besides, it´s your parents' will. They wanted us to send you to the boarding school."
Parry couldn´t believe it. "What?! I think there´s a misunderstanding or something. Why would they do it to me?
Netupia and Nervon glanced at each other. "Because they loved you so much and wanted only the best for you," Nervon said his voice trembling. Parry´s anger blowups were familiar in the house and this was going to be one. It was not unusual to see things flying and doors slamming when Parry was in that mood. Duldey was usually the first one to suffer his rage and so he was prepared to crawl under the table if seeing any signs of rising storm.
"What if I don´t want to go there?" Parry asked, shouting. "My friends, my hobbies, my WHOLE LIFE is here and you´re forcing me to give it all up and go to some f***ing boarding school where I´m locked in and forbidded to do anything fun! Not even over my death body am I going there!"
Duldey was quivering and whining under the table like a dog who is scolded for its stupid behaviour, Nervon was squeezing his fork and knife hard and biting his lips not to cry, but Netupia was looking calm. "Parry, I know you´re disappointed and who wouldn´t be?" Being sympathetic for a teenager is a good trick and Netupia knew it. "Being sent to a dull school in your best age. I understand you, Parry. But would it be possible for you at least to try it? You can come home if it´s too irritating. For your parent´s sake, not ours," Netupia persuaded Parry.
Parry was already settled down but didn´t want to seem too gentle. "Well, perhaps I could try. But only if you don´t come to see me off."
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Ok, what did you like? R+R, please and we´d be very grateful.