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this story is not property of Michael Irene and should not be sued.
Michael Irene presents
"The most insignificant thing can change the whole course of time"
Lily Potter surveyed her son's room. Harry Potter was now
in his fifth year at Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but was still
incapable of cleaning up his room. On an oak shelf in the corner of his room
was a TV hooked up to a Playstation 2. On the ground next to it was a number of
cases with names like: Final Fantasy 9, Armored Core 2, and Quidditch 2002. On
another shelf next his bed was a CD player and a number of muggle and magical
artists CD's. There was a Limp Bizkit poster
on the wall right next to another poster with a wizard clasping a wand writing Wand Warrior in the air. On his desk
were sheets of parchment and pictures of Harry with his three best friends
holding up a poster saying Neo Marauders.
Lily Potter picked up some laundry and sighed as she put the clothes in the
basket.
"Hey I was reading that," shouted a red eyed Harry Potter
at his sister, Elizabeth Potter, as she took away the comics section of The
Daily Prophet. "Tough. Dad wants to read it."
"Dad!" exclaimed Harry "I thought you were supposed to be
mature." "Well Harry, you thought wrong," replied James Potter as he sipped his
coffee. "James!" yelled a voice from upstairs "Can you go toast a bagel for
me." "Sure honey." It was truly an average morning at the Potter house. Soon
Harry would go to the Pavilion in town, were he would meet up with his friends
and go the mall. Elizabeth would go to the Library were she would meet up with
her friend Hermione Granger and spend the day researching god knows what. James
would be off to work. Lily would spend the day cleaning the house and having
Tea with the neighbors. Little did the Potter's know that someone was plotting against
them.
"Bam, Bam" Harry Potter was playing a game at the pavilion
with one of his best friends Seamus Finnigan. "Zeeww…" "Out of quarters. How
bout you Harry." "Me too. When are the others going to get here?" "I don't
know. Oh wait there they are. Dean! Over here!" Dean Thomas another one of
Harry's best friends was running toward them with a tall (and rather stunning
in Harry's opinion) running behind him. "Hey Harry, hey Seamus. What's new."? "How
come you got here so late?" inquired Seamus. "Oh well I had to clean my room
and on the way here I saw her staring at a bracelet in the jewelry shop
window." "Oh shut up," replied the girl, now hiding a blush. "So did you all
remember my birthday?" All the guys began shuffling there feet and whistling. "That's
what I thought so you all are going to get me something…. NOW!" All of them
started to scramble to different sides of the pavilion. Harry found himself in
front of the jewelry shop that Dean had spoke about and sitting on a pillow was
a silver bracelet. He knew immediately that it was what he was going to buy for
her. However, one thing lingered in his mind "How much."