Sorry for the repost. I'm a ditz that can't spell.
Authors Note: I own squat. I get paid for squat. Don't sue me for I can guarantee I will sue your little arse right back.
He sat despondent on his bed. He hadn't gone far out of his room since he came home that summer. There was no point. Aunt Petunia had decided that her family's diet would consist primarily of matzo, a food that could easily be slipped under the door. Uncle Vernon liked to think he was holding Harry captive, "Boy! You are not coming out of there until you stop your bloody whining!" he would shout.
"I've been on this planet fifteen years, Happy Birthday to me," Harry mumbled. "I'm halfway to thirty. Hmph! Halfway to thirty and what do I have to show for it? A half finished Potions essay and a crush that has transferred to Mei Gung Dian and moved all the way to China because of me? It is sort of my fault. I told him to take the cup with me. I should have just grabbe... Wha?"
Harry was startled by the Great Horned Owl that had just flown in his window. He immediately noticed its silver tag.
"Hmm. A Ministry Owl. Did I happen to get myself expelled too?"
Mr. Harry Potter,
It is our immense regret to inform you that you must relocate for the remainder of your summer holiday. Sorrowfully, your relations due to the newly arising circumstances cannot accompany you. Your only companion will be one Miss Amanda Brocklehurst. As Arthur Weasley has informed us that travel by Floo is not exactly ideal from your place of residence you will use the Knight Bus, which we understand that you are quite familiar with. You may not return so please remember to collect all of your things.
Sincerely,
Mundugus S. Fletcher
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
It's my immense regret to inform you that Figgy here has just finished Muggle law school and cannot resist using big words.
Arebella Figg
Department of Divinical Law
It is my immense regret to inform you that Fletch, who cannot even spell his first name, would not even know how to spell big words let alone use them in a sentence. Oh, and Harry, would you remind my mother to take her calcium potion before you leave.
"That was entirely strange," Harry thought. "But what the heck. I might as well mope where ever they want me to mope."
Harry packed his trunk, put Hedwig under his arm and headed to the door.
"I'm leaving," he yelled at his Uncle Vernon's back as he passed the sitting room.
"Just don't get arrested for public drunkenness or summat embarrassing cos your Aunt and I won't be bailing you out."
"Wow, fabulous family I got," Harry mumbled. Then he walked out the door and stuck out his wand hand.
Part Two
"Where we going Ernie, hell?" Harry, still in his extremely depressed mode (c'mon Harry take some pills so we can get on with the fic) grumbled.
"Close enough," the pimply bus driver grinned. "Ministry Headquarters. You'll probably want to grab a bed up front. The guy in the back snores."
Ernie was right, the snoring was awful. Luckily since they were the only two on the bus Harry didn't have to listen for long. They dropped the snorer of in front of the Leaky Cauldron with his nightcap pulled over his eyes and mumbling. "Aw, jus five more minutes mom. Jim gets to skip the first day of school."
"This is Ministry Headquarters?" Harry asked skeptically looking up at a tall, narrow and mouldy building. It was less than impressive to put it kindly. A few bricks were missing from the trim at the top, there was moss growing on the very building. A flower box full of dead plants and weeds adorned each window and the sidewalk in front of the building was cracked to a horrible extent.
"Yup, You're to go to the third floor and ask for Fletch," Ernie said. "G'bye"
Harry climbed the three flights of spiral stairs to the third floor. The inside of the building was eerie, like an old castle that someone had tried to modernize. He looked around the third floor. A huge banner hung in the center hallway saying Legislation and Law Enforcement. Two smaller banners hung off that, a crimson one reading, Department of Magical Law Enforment " Stable legality without all that fluff", and a lilac one, Department of Divinical Law "We can spell our name right".
"I'm not even going to ask," Harry said to himself.
"Ask what?" A large but not fat man came up behind Harry. He was rather intimidating.
"Erm.. n-nothing," stuttered Harry, a bit frightened. (Well, wouldn't you be scared if a seven foot tall, dark, unshaven man walked up behind you?)
"Allow me to introduce myself, Harry. (Harry did not find this unusual. Everyone new his name once they saw his forehead.) Mundungus Fletcher, call me Fletch, I sent you that owl. But we can talk later. I'm sure you're tired. I'll show you to your flat"
They began to walk up yet another flight of stairs.
"Flat?" Harry thought. "I'm going to be living here?"
"I know it's kinda small " Fletch began again. "But I think you'll find it comfortable enough. And Amanda can be a bit snippy but she's all right. She's just been through a lot."
When they reached the seventh floor Fletch unlocked a small, ill-fitting door. A pale, raven-haired girl sat at the table lacquer her nails black.
"Well, well," she said morosely. "If it isn't the Boy Who Killed."
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Okaysies. To anyone who may be reading A Forgotten Child? I haven't abandoned it I just felt like writing this.
Mandy Brocklehurst will not be a Mary Sue. She does not even play Quidditch. Have you ever met a Mary Sue who didn't play Quidditch? Sorry this is so short. I'll update soon.
Alrightythen. This fic will go one of three ways.
Way A) Harry/Mandy, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Draco
Or
Way B) Harry/Hermione, Ron/Mandy, Ginny/Draco
Or
Way C) Harry/Ginny, Ron/Mandy, Hermione/Draco
Or
As a late addition by the genius Pheonixx that I think would be oodles of fun
Way D) Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Mandy
Guess what? You all get to vote. You may not just say: Way A or H/D 4eva (I can't stand the word/number 4eva so I would disregard you anyway).
To vote for way A you must use the word salami creatively in a review.
For B you must use the name Bathilde in it and really suck up to me because H/H is not very kind on my digestive system except for in a precious few fics.
For C you must use Chimera. I like saying that, Chimera.
And for D.... (Drum roll) you get to say alabaster
Auf weidersen (I can't spell but I like that word)
Authors Note: I own squat. I get paid for squat. Don't sue me for I can guarantee I will sue your little arse right back.
He sat despondent on his bed. He hadn't gone far out of his room since he came home that summer. There was no point. Aunt Petunia had decided that her family's diet would consist primarily of matzo, a food that could easily be slipped under the door. Uncle Vernon liked to think he was holding Harry captive, "Boy! You are not coming out of there until you stop your bloody whining!" he would shout.
"I've been on this planet fifteen years, Happy Birthday to me," Harry mumbled. "I'm halfway to thirty. Hmph! Halfway to thirty and what do I have to show for it? A half finished Potions essay and a crush that has transferred to Mei Gung Dian and moved all the way to China because of me? It is sort of my fault. I told him to take the cup with me. I should have just grabbe... Wha?"
Harry was startled by the Great Horned Owl that had just flown in his window. He immediately noticed its silver tag.
"Hmm. A Ministry Owl. Did I happen to get myself expelled too?"
Mr. Harry Potter,
It is our immense regret to inform you that you must relocate for the remainder of your summer holiday. Sorrowfully, your relations due to the newly arising circumstances cannot accompany you. Your only companion will be one Miss Amanda Brocklehurst. As Arthur Weasley has informed us that travel by Floo is not exactly ideal from your place of residence you will use the Knight Bus, which we understand that you are quite familiar with. You may not return so please remember to collect all of your things.
Sincerely,
Mundugus S. Fletcher
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
It's my immense regret to inform you that Figgy here has just finished Muggle law school and cannot resist using big words.
Arebella Figg
Department of Divinical Law
It is my immense regret to inform you that Fletch, who cannot even spell his first name, would not even know how to spell big words let alone use them in a sentence. Oh, and Harry, would you remind my mother to take her calcium potion before you leave.
"That was entirely strange," Harry thought. "But what the heck. I might as well mope where ever they want me to mope."
Harry packed his trunk, put Hedwig under his arm and headed to the door.
"I'm leaving," he yelled at his Uncle Vernon's back as he passed the sitting room.
"Just don't get arrested for public drunkenness or summat embarrassing cos your Aunt and I won't be bailing you out."
"Wow, fabulous family I got," Harry mumbled. Then he walked out the door and stuck out his wand hand.
Part Two
"Where we going Ernie, hell?" Harry, still in his extremely depressed mode (c'mon Harry take some pills so we can get on with the fic) grumbled.
"Close enough," the pimply bus driver grinned. "Ministry Headquarters. You'll probably want to grab a bed up front. The guy in the back snores."
Ernie was right, the snoring was awful. Luckily since they were the only two on the bus Harry didn't have to listen for long. They dropped the snorer of in front of the Leaky Cauldron with his nightcap pulled over his eyes and mumbling. "Aw, jus five more minutes mom. Jim gets to skip the first day of school."
"This is Ministry Headquarters?" Harry asked skeptically looking up at a tall, narrow and mouldy building. It was less than impressive to put it kindly. A few bricks were missing from the trim at the top, there was moss growing on the very building. A flower box full of dead plants and weeds adorned each window and the sidewalk in front of the building was cracked to a horrible extent.
"Yup, You're to go to the third floor and ask for Fletch," Ernie said. "G'bye"
Harry climbed the three flights of spiral stairs to the third floor. The inside of the building was eerie, like an old castle that someone had tried to modernize. He looked around the third floor. A huge banner hung in the center hallway saying Legislation and Law Enforcement. Two smaller banners hung off that, a crimson one reading, Department of Magical Law Enforment " Stable legality without all that fluff", and a lilac one, Department of Divinical Law "We can spell our name right".
"I'm not even going to ask," Harry said to himself.
"Ask what?" A large but not fat man came up behind Harry. He was rather intimidating.
"Erm.. n-nothing," stuttered Harry, a bit frightened. (Well, wouldn't you be scared if a seven foot tall, dark, unshaven man walked up behind you?)
"Allow me to introduce myself, Harry. (Harry did not find this unusual. Everyone new his name once they saw his forehead.) Mundungus Fletcher, call me Fletch, I sent you that owl. But we can talk later. I'm sure you're tired. I'll show you to your flat"
They began to walk up yet another flight of stairs.
"Flat?" Harry thought. "I'm going to be living here?"
"I know it's kinda small " Fletch began again. "But I think you'll find it comfortable enough. And Amanda can be a bit snippy but she's all right. She's just been through a lot."
When they reached the seventh floor Fletch unlocked a small, ill-fitting door. A pale, raven-haired girl sat at the table lacquer her nails black.
"Well, well," she said morosely. "If it isn't the Boy Who Killed."
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Okaysies. To anyone who may be reading A Forgotten Child? I haven't abandoned it I just felt like writing this.
Mandy Brocklehurst will not be a Mary Sue. She does not even play Quidditch. Have you ever met a Mary Sue who didn't play Quidditch? Sorry this is so short. I'll update soon.
Alrightythen. This fic will go one of three ways.
Way A) Harry/Mandy, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Draco
Or
Way B) Harry/Hermione, Ron/Mandy, Ginny/Draco
Or
Way C) Harry/Ginny, Ron/Mandy, Hermione/Draco
Or
As a late addition by the genius Pheonixx that I think would be oodles of fun
Way D) Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Mandy
Guess what? You all get to vote. You may not just say: Way A or H/D 4eva (I can't stand the word/number 4eva so I would disregard you anyway).
To vote for way A you must use the word salami creatively in a review.
For B you must use the name Bathilde in it and really suck up to me because H/H is not very kind on my digestive system except for in a precious few fics.
For C you must use Chimera. I like saying that, Chimera.
And for D.... (Drum roll) you get to say alabaster
Auf weidersen (I can't spell but I like that word)