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The Bus
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this is my first story so don't be surprised if you hated it kk!
now I'm no sure if this turned out right cause where it said title I filled in the actual title not the chapter title so the actual title Is supposed to be "The Ways of the Warrior" if it doesn't turn out right.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters in the story except the ones I own!
This is going to be the best summer ever and so on, and so on. I just can't wait until I get to The Burrow.
Isn't this Knight Bus going to go any faster, he thought? Well, I guess I'm just excited; the Knight Bus actually couldn't go any faster. Ever since I first got on this bus I was surprised. Instead of highly uncomfortable seats that most Muggle busses have, this one had very nice beds. The whole bus had been remodeled since I first was on it but it still has beds instead of those dreadful plastic seats, the ones you stick to during the summer. Instead of the brass knobbed beds that were there the first time I was here, there seems to be oak four posters. Either way Harry felt that this was a quite useful invention. Comfy, relaxing, and, well, it was relaxing the first time Harry was on it but this time it just wasn't the same. Harry had a feeling that it could be the coachman named Phil that worked there now. He seemed to check on him every few seconds or so. I am definitely not exaggerating he thought, as he saw Phil get back up and walk towards him.
"How you doing tonight Mr. Potter?" Phil said in an outrageously annoying tone.
Fine since I was introduced to you, thought Harry. "Great so far," he said.
"So what are you doing here any who?" Phil said.
Arrggg. "Visiting a friend," he said in a highly monotone kind of voice.
"And who might this be?" Phil said.
And before Harry answered he noticed what Phil was wearing under his velvety orange robe. He had on a bright pink-checkered sweater and green Capri's, not to mention the red pointed cowboy boots.
"Harry?" Phil repeated.
"Oh umm.... Ron.... Ron Weasly," he said.
"Ah, the side kick of Harry Potter, eh," Phil, said.
Harry pretended not to hear him. " So where have you been, you look quite tan?" he said.
" Oh I'm not that tan... I just went to Mexico for a weeks visit," Phil said.
Oh, so that explains the highly odd clothing, Harry thought. "Oh, that must have been nice, well this is my stop! Bye."
"Bye then," Phil said.
Ahhhh finally here. The Burrow was Harry's favorite place he'd ever been. It looked like it touched the clouds. They had recently painted it, it was green, and no wait now it's pink, wow it just turned orange. I'll have to ask Ron about that.... he didn't mention the constantly changing paint. Wonder where he got that.
Well that's the first chapter
Ill write up the second soon!
*Leah*
The Bus
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this is my first story so don't be surprised if you hated it kk!
now I'm no sure if this turned out right cause where it said title I filled in the actual title not the chapter title so the actual title Is supposed to be "The Ways of the Warrior" if it doesn't turn out right.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters in the story except the ones I own!
This is going to be the best summer ever and so on, and so on. I just can't wait until I get to The Burrow.
Isn't this Knight Bus going to go any faster, he thought? Well, I guess I'm just excited; the Knight Bus actually couldn't go any faster. Ever since I first got on this bus I was surprised. Instead of highly uncomfortable seats that most Muggle busses have, this one had very nice beds. The whole bus had been remodeled since I first was on it but it still has beds instead of those dreadful plastic seats, the ones you stick to during the summer. Instead of the brass knobbed beds that were there the first time I was here, there seems to be oak four posters. Either way Harry felt that this was a quite useful invention. Comfy, relaxing, and, well, it was relaxing the first time Harry was on it but this time it just wasn't the same. Harry had a feeling that it could be the coachman named Phil that worked there now. He seemed to check on him every few seconds or so. I am definitely not exaggerating he thought, as he saw Phil get back up and walk towards him.
"How you doing tonight Mr. Potter?" Phil said in an outrageously annoying tone.
Fine since I was introduced to you, thought Harry. "Great so far," he said.
"So what are you doing here any who?" Phil said.
Arrggg. "Visiting a friend," he said in a highly monotone kind of voice.
"And who might this be?" Phil said.
And before Harry answered he noticed what Phil was wearing under his velvety orange robe. He had on a bright pink-checkered sweater and green Capri's, not to mention the red pointed cowboy boots.
"Harry?" Phil repeated.
"Oh umm.... Ron.... Ron Weasly," he said.
"Ah, the side kick of Harry Potter, eh," Phil, said.
Harry pretended not to hear him. " So where have you been, you look quite tan?" he said.
" Oh I'm not that tan... I just went to Mexico for a weeks visit," Phil said.
Oh, so that explains the highly odd clothing, Harry thought. "Oh, that must have been nice, well this is my stop! Bye."
"Bye then," Phil said.
Ahhhh finally here. The Burrow was Harry's favorite place he'd ever been. It looked like it touched the clouds. They had recently painted it, it was green, and no wait now it's pink, wow it just turned orange. I'll have to ask Ron about that.... he didn't mention the constantly changing paint. Wonder where he got that.
Well that's the first chapter
Ill write up the second soon!
*Leah*