Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and maybe a few characters later
on. If you're reading this, you probably already know that all HP-related
"stuff" belongs to JK Rowling!
Author's Note: I will try not to beg you to review, but I would appreciate some input! Especially suggestions…flames are ok, but I would prefer not to have them! Also, if you like Harry, please don't be insulted by this fic…it's just a story (that no one'll probably read anyway…*tear*)
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Harry Potter and the Ultimatam Mortem Curse
by gray frog
~Chapter One~
"Harry!" Petunia Dursely stood at the bottom of the stairs, shrieking up at a certain black-haired kid we all know and love by now. (A/N: or not! Mwahaha!) "Harry, get down here right now and mow the lawn! Dudley has already done more that he needs to!" Harry groaned and got out of bed. Glancing out the hall window, he saw a small, one-foot square patch of grass had been shorn. The rest was still a wild, tangled jungle. Much like his hair.
"Of course, Aunt Petunia." His voice was flat, emotionless, his appearance betrayed nothing of what was to come. Naturally, Petunia didn't notice anything. She was still ranting on about Dudley. Harry grimaced. Why did Petunia love that huge, hideous gollop of blubber more that him, sexy king of magicians? With girls falling at his feet! And a cool scar on his head…well, actually, in the muggle world he pretended it was a tattoo. But the girls still fell at his feet. He snickered. Aunt Petunia still didn't notice. Furious at this lack of attention, the not-so- handsome boy turned red and resembled a beet gone wrong. Then the blood drained from his face, returning it to its normal state of ghostly white. He began to sing. Quite badly.
"Laa laa LAAA! I'm going back to Hogwarts today! YAY!" Petunia winced. This was one of the many reasons why she could not stand her nephew. Even Dudley was an angel in comparison.
"Mow the lawn first!" Petunia snapped. She had suddenly realized that this meant she would need to cut her soap-opera-watching session short to take Harry to the train station. He always ruined everything. She would have found out who the father of Kristi's baby was, too…
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Harry was sitting in his usual compartment, waiting for his friends. Whenever a girl passed by, he winked and smiled flirtatiously. They all swooned and had to be escorted out of the compartment.
Eventually, Ron and Hermione approached. When Harry winked and smiled flirtatiously at her, she knew he had changed over the summer, ever since he had participated in the Triwizard Tournament the previous year. He had become conceited.
"Harry, stop. You know I have a boyfriend." Harry just grinned and winked again.
"Don't worry, I'm sure ickle Krummie-kins won't mind if you flirt with someone as devastatingly sexy as I am!" Hermione sat down in the seat across the aisle, thoroughly disgusted. Ron stared at Harry in disbelief, an expression similar to Hermione's plastered on his face. He sat down next to her.
"What's his problem?" Ron leaned over to Hermione and spoke in a hushed voice. Hermione's eyes glinted when she spoke.
"I don't know, but mark my words…that little…words can't describe him! Well, whatever that stupid idiot is, he's going to learn a lesson!"
"Who's gonna play a prank on Harry?" Ron's eyes were full of excitement, but he never expected Hermione's answer.
"Why, the best teacher of all, of course. Me."
Author's Note: I will try not to beg you to review, but I would appreciate some input! Especially suggestions…flames are ok, but I would prefer not to have them! Also, if you like Harry, please don't be insulted by this fic…it's just a story (that no one'll probably read anyway…*tear*)
^-^___________________________________^-^
Harry Potter and the Ultimatam Mortem Curse
by gray frog
~Chapter One~
"Harry!" Petunia Dursely stood at the bottom of the stairs, shrieking up at a certain black-haired kid we all know and love by now. (A/N: or not! Mwahaha!) "Harry, get down here right now and mow the lawn! Dudley has already done more that he needs to!" Harry groaned and got out of bed. Glancing out the hall window, he saw a small, one-foot square patch of grass had been shorn. The rest was still a wild, tangled jungle. Much like his hair.
"Of course, Aunt Petunia." His voice was flat, emotionless, his appearance betrayed nothing of what was to come. Naturally, Petunia didn't notice anything. She was still ranting on about Dudley. Harry grimaced. Why did Petunia love that huge, hideous gollop of blubber more that him, sexy king of magicians? With girls falling at his feet! And a cool scar on his head…well, actually, in the muggle world he pretended it was a tattoo. But the girls still fell at his feet. He snickered. Aunt Petunia still didn't notice. Furious at this lack of attention, the not-so- handsome boy turned red and resembled a beet gone wrong. Then the blood drained from his face, returning it to its normal state of ghostly white. He began to sing. Quite badly.
"Laa laa LAAA! I'm going back to Hogwarts today! YAY!" Petunia winced. This was one of the many reasons why she could not stand her nephew. Even Dudley was an angel in comparison.
"Mow the lawn first!" Petunia snapped. She had suddenly realized that this meant she would need to cut her soap-opera-watching session short to take Harry to the train station. He always ruined everything. She would have found out who the father of Kristi's baby was, too…
^-^_____^-^
Harry was sitting in his usual compartment, waiting for his friends. Whenever a girl passed by, he winked and smiled flirtatiously. They all swooned and had to be escorted out of the compartment.
Eventually, Ron and Hermione approached. When Harry winked and smiled flirtatiously at her, she knew he had changed over the summer, ever since he had participated in the Triwizard Tournament the previous year. He had become conceited.
"Harry, stop. You know I have a boyfriend." Harry just grinned and winked again.
"Don't worry, I'm sure ickle Krummie-kins won't mind if you flirt with someone as devastatingly sexy as I am!" Hermione sat down in the seat across the aisle, thoroughly disgusted. Ron stared at Harry in disbelief, an expression similar to Hermione's plastered on his face. He sat down next to her.
"What's his problem?" Ron leaned over to Hermione and spoke in a hushed voice. Hermione's eyes glinted when she spoke.
"I don't know, but mark my words…that little…words can't describe him! Well, whatever that stupid idiot is, he's going to learn a lesson!"
"Who's gonna play a prank on Harry?" Ron's eyes were full of excitement, but he never expected Hermione's answer.
"Why, the best teacher of all, of course. Me."