Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters do not belong to me. It belongs
to J.K. Rowling. Over.
The plot belongs to meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED COMPUTERS*~
PROLOGUE: MEET THE COUSINS
It was a fine, hot sunny day in the village of Little Whinging, Surrey. The recent drought was over and the inhabitants of Little Whinging could finally return to their usual pastimes, such as washing the car and watering the flowers.
However, there was one place that showed no person tending to their precious flowerbeds. This house was 4 Privet Drive.
Why was there no one spying on the neighbours? Why was there no one boasting about their brand-new company car? Why were there no sounds of computer games coming from the upstairs window of 4 Privet Drive?
The residents had gone to the mall.
Duh!
Except for one.
This one person moping about at 4 Privet Drive was Harry Potter.
Now, it is a commonly known fact that the annoying, boastful, annoying, will-you-please-go-to-heck, annoying, and...annoying Dursley family lives at 4 Privet Drive. Why was this 'Potter' person there?
Harry Potter was Dudley Dursley's cousin, that's why. Obviously. You already knew that, right?
Oh, right, and he's a wizard, and he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.. You might wonder what's worth mentioning about that. I mean, everybody's a wizard in his own way, right?
No, duh. You idiot! Of course they aren't! Well, maybe they are in their imagination, but that doesn't count.
Hogwarts has four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Harry is in Gryffindor. (A/N: I forgot to mention, this is Harry's sixth year.) Up in his bedroom, Harry flopped onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow and tested to see how long he could hold his breath. He had been confined to doing stupid activities such as this, following a stage of depression since his godfather, Sirius, had died. He had hoped, no, he KNEW, that Sirius would come back as a ghost at the very least. He still couldn't figure out what was so dangerous about that veil. Well, he knew if someone fell behind it, it would kill the person, but that's just about all he knew about it. Let the resident Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, think that Sirius won't come back. He'll see he's been wrong when Sirius comes back. Downstairs, a key turned in the lock of the front door. The Dursleys were home. Dudley crashed up the stairs. 'GIVE ME THAT BACK!' Dudley yelled at someone. Probably it was Harry's second cousin thrice removed, Jamie, who had a special permit and could therefore ignore the Statute of Secrecy and the no-magic-for-under-seventeen-year-olds thing. AND she could perform wandless magic. (A/N: Who just happens to be me. Putting myself into my own fic seems fun. Heh. I'm going to write about myself in the third person here.) 'Make me!' Jamie screamed back.
'GIVE ME MY BROADBAND INTERNET CONNECTION BACK, OR I'LL . . .' Dudley's voice faltered. He knew about the special permit, so what the heck could he do? He couldn't take away her wand, because she didn't need one and therefore didn't have one.
'Or you'll do WHAT?' Jamie taunted. 'Oh my gosh, are you going to tell on me? Whatever shall I do? I'm in so much trouble now!' she said, and laughed.
In his bedroom, Harry grinned. Life was never dull with Jamie around. Harry suddenly realised something and sat up. Jamie knew all spells invented, AND she could make up spells of her own! So she could make Sirius come back from behind the veil! Another voice from downstairs interrupted his thoughts.
'Hey, don't forget me!' cried a voice. Harry recognised the voice, as it belonged to Jamie's friend, Siân, who lived nearby, was around frequently, could also perform wandless magic, and had a special permit thingy.
'Catch!' said Jamie, throwing the package to Sian (A/N: Sorry, but it's a bit of a bother to keep inserting the accent all the time. So I'm just going to ignore it here). Sian caught it and Apparated the very short distance to Harry's room. Jamie followed. 'Hey,' grinned Harry. 'Nice show,' he added.
'Eh, it was nothing,' said Jamie, waving a hand. 'Wonder when Dud's going to come in?'
'I'd say in about three seconds.' said Sian.
Three seconds later, Dudley burst in, right on schedule. 'I WANT THAT BACK!' he shouted.
Jamie and Sian looked at each, other, shrugged, and Sian threw the package to Dudley in such a way that he fell down the stairs trying to catch it. They heard him crash on the floor downstairs.
'Cool.' said Jamie.
A/N: I know, I really should get to work on my other fic. But this just popped up, and I can't think of a good way to continue it. So I'm just leaving it for a while, until I decide to either delete it (most probably not) or leave it until I can think of something.
The plot belongs to meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED COMPUTERS*~
PROLOGUE: MEET THE COUSINS
It was a fine, hot sunny day in the village of Little Whinging, Surrey. The recent drought was over and the inhabitants of Little Whinging could finally return to their usual pastimes, such as washing the car and watering the flowers.
However, there was one place that showed no person tending to their precious flowerbeds. This house was 4 Privet Drive.
Why was there no one spying on the neighbours? Why was there no one boasting about their brand-new company car? Why were there no sounds of computer games coming from the upstairs window of 4 Privet Drive?
The residents had gone to the mall.
Duh!
Except for one.
This one person moping about at 4 Privet Drive was Harry Potter.
Now, it is a commonly known fact that the annoying, boastful, annoying, will-you-please-go-to-heck, annoying, and...annoying Dursley family lives at 4 Privet Drive. Why was this 'Potter' person there?
Harry Potter was Dudley Dursley's cousin, that's why. Obviously. You already knew that, right?
Oh, right, and he's a wizard, and he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.. You might wonder what's worth mentioning about that. I mean, everybody's a wizard in his own way, right?
No, duh. You idiot! Of course they aren't! Well, maybe they are in their imagination, but that doesn't count.
Hogwarts has four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Harry is in Gryffindor. (A/N: I forgot to mention, this is Harry's sixth year.) Up in his bedroom, Harry flopped onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow and tested to see how long he could hold his breath. He had been confined to doing stupid activities such as this, following a stage of depression since his godfather, Sirius, had died. He had hoped, no, he KNEW, that Sirius would come back as a ghost at the very least. He still couldn't figure out what was so dangerous about that veil. Well, he knew if someone fell behind it, it would kill the person, but that's just about all he knew about it. Let the resident Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, think that Sirius won't come back. He'll see he's been wrong when Sirius comes back. Downstairs, a key turned in the lock of the front door. The Dursleys were home. Dudley crashed up the stairs. 'GIVE ME THAT BACK!' Dudley yelled at someone. Probably it was Harry's second cousin thrice removed, Jamie, who had a special permit and could therefore ignore the Statute of Secrecy and the no-magic-for-under-seventeen-year-olds thing. AND she could perform wandless magic. (A/N: Who just happens to be me. Putting myself into my own fic seems fun. Heh. I'm going to write about myself in the third person here.) 'Make me!' Jamie screamed back.
'GIVE ME MY BROADBAND INTERNET CONNECTION BACK, OR I'LL . . .' Dudley's voice faltered. He knew about the special permit, so what the heck could he do? He couldn't take away her wand, because she didn't need one and therefore didn't have one.
'Or you'll do WHAT?' Jamie taunted. 'Oh my gosh, are you going to tell on me? Whatever shall I do? I'm in so much trouble now!' she said, and laughed.
In his bedroom, Harry grinned. Life was never dull with Jamie around. Harry suddenly realised something and sat up. Jamie knew all spells invented, AND she could make up spells of her own! So she could make Sirius come back from behind the veil! Another voice from downstairs interrupted his thoughts.
'Hey, don't forget me!' cried a voice. Harry recognised the voice, as it belonged to Jamie's friend, Siân, who lived nearby, was around frequently, could also perform wandless magic, and had a special permit thingy.
'Catch!' said Jamie, throwing the package to Sian (A/N: Sorry, but it's a bit of a bother to keep inserting the accent all the time. So I'm just going to ignore it here). Sian caught it and Apparated the very short distance to Harry's room. Jamie followed. 'Hey,' grinned Harry. 'Nice show,' he added.
'Eh, it was nothing,' said Jamie, waving a hand. 'Wonder when Dud's going to come in?'
'I'd say in about three seconds.' said Sian.
Three seconds later, Dudley burst in, right on schedule. 'I WANT THAT BACK!' he shouted.
Jamie and Sian looked at each, other, shrugged, and Sian threw the package to Dudley in such a way that he fell down the stairs trying to catch it. They heard him crash on the floor downstairs.
'Cool.' said Jamie.
A/N: I know, I really should get to work on my other fic. But this just popped up, and I can't think of a good way to continue it. So I'm just leaving it for a while, until I decide to either delete it (most probably not) or leave it until I can think of something.