~Disclaimer~
First I wanna say that I do not own Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Colin, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Hagrid, or any other characters that appear in this story. I also do not own Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They are all, as you all should know, property of Jk Rowling. I DO happen to own the personalities I have given the characters. I also have full possesion of the Little Black Dress. If anyone even thnks about stealing my story line or character traits that I have created, I have a few things to say to you. One - If your too much of an idiot to make up your own story and personalities for the characters, than you shouldn't be writing a fan- fiction. Two - Copying my story won't do you any good anyway, because everyone will know that it is exactly like someone else's, so if you think your getting credit for someone else's work, than you must be really thick. Three - No matter what you do my story will still be better, because i created it first. So to all you story-stealing idiots out there, just give up the idea, because it is pointless and it will just make everyone hate you. Enjoy the story!
Ch.1 - The Dress
" Yes! Presents!" said Harry when he woke up on Christmas morning. Ron yawned and nodded. He was already halfway through his christmas gifts and wrapping paper littered the floor around him. Ron sighed as he opened another package.
"Another sweater?" said Harry, trying not to laugh. Ron rolled his eyes.
"And its maroon!Why the hell does it always have to be maroon? I hate the color maroon!" Harry laughed and stopped unwrapping a gift he had picked up without looking. "And she even put and R on the front! I am not an idiot! I know my name is Ron. See, hi my name is-" Ron dropped the sweater. " What the hell is that?"
"Nice name." said Harry. Ron didn't reply, just sat frozen, staring in Harry's direction. Finally he pointed ast the package Harry was holding.
"No, i meant what the hell is THAT?" Harry looked down at the package he was holding. A small peice of black lace was sticking out of one of the corners.
"I dunno," said Harry, "But i will in a minute." Harry tore the package open. The lacy thing fell to the floor. Harry picked it up and held it out if front of him, looking scared.
"Holy crappers!" screamed Ron, almost slipping off his bed, "Thats a dress! Someone sent you a dress! Oh my god thats a dress!" Harry looked down at the dress, which he had layed out on his bed.
"I have gathered that much," said Harry. The dress was sleeveless, and the straps that went over the shoulders were lace. The back tied up, and in the front there was a giant black bow. The skirt part was also lacy and it puffed out across harry's bedsheets. It looked that it came to about mid- thigh in length.
"You like?" said Harry in a high-pitched voice, holding the dress against his chest and twirling. Ron looked as if he was about to be sick.
"You are not serious... you can't be serious..whoever sent you that can't be serious..that is just horrible..you can't be serious." Ron seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else, but still looked scared all the same. Harry frowned.
"Of course i don't like it. It is hideous. Can't i kid around?" said Harry.
"Not about that..." said Ron giving the dress a dark look.
"Okay! Let up!" said Harry, staring at the dress also. He suddenly made a grab for the dress and held it against his arm. "But really, Ron. Does it match my skin tone?" Harry smiled widely as Ron continually tried to catch his breath, considering he was laughing so hard. As Ron started to sufficate from laughing too hard, Harry noticed a small slip of paper on the floor that wasn't there earlier. Harry picked it up.
"Ron, shut up for a minute! I found a note." Ron suddenly became quiet and stared at the note anxiously.
"Do you think it came from the dress?" said Ron, glaring at the dress again.
"Dunno." said Harry, "Now shut up for a minute so I can read it." The message was written in writing that harry had never seen before, and was not signed by any means. Harry read the note aloud.
Your father left this in my possesion before he died.
I feel it is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.
Harry again searched the note for a signature, but there was none. Harry continually turned the note over between his fingers, even though he knew there was nothing else written there. Ron didn't look remotely happy with the note's message.
"It does NOT say that!" said Ron, annoyed. Harry handed the note to Ron. As Ron read, his eyes widened and by the last sentence his mouth was hanging open.
"I am NOT a fruitcake!" said Harry out loud, which caused Ron to come out of his state of shock.
"I hope not," said Ron, edging away from him anyway. "This has to be a joke. There is no way your father wore this..well I sure hope not.." This didn't help Harry's mood at all. Was Ron accusing his father of being a fruitcake? Harry knew his father wasn't, because he had a wife and a son, him, Harry. He kept repeating this in his mind as Ron shot imcriminating looks at both the note and the dress.
First I wanna say that I do not own Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Colin, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Hagrid, or any other characters that appear in this story. I also do not own Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They are all, as you all should know, property of Jk Rowling. I DO happen to own the personalities I have given the characters. I also have full possesion of the Little Black Dress. If anyone even thnks about stealing my story line or character traits that I have created, I have a few things to say to you. One - If your too much of an idiot to make up your own story and personalities for the characters, than you shouldn't be writing a fan- fiction. Two - Copying my story won't do you any good anyway, because everyone will know that it is exactly like someone else's, so if you think your getting credit for someone else's work, than you must be really thick. Three - No matter what you do my story will still be better, because i created it first. So to all you story-stealing idiots out there, just give up the idea, because it is pointless and it will just make everyone hate you. Enjoy the story!
Ch.1 - The Dress
" Yes! Presents!" said Harry when he woke up on Christmas morning. Ron yawned and nodded. He was already halfway through his christmas gifts and wrapping paper littered the floor around him. Ron sighed as he opened another package.
"Another sweater?" said Harry, trying not to laugh. Ron rolled his eyes.
"And its maroon!Why the hell does it always have to be maroon? I hate the color maroon!" Harry laughed and stopped unwrapping a gift he had picked up without looking. "And she even put and R on the front! I am not an idiot! I know my name is Ron. See, hi my name is-" Ron dropped the sweater. " What the hell is that?"
"Nice name." said Harry. Ron didn't reply, just sat frozen, staring in Harry's direction. Finally he pointed ast the package Harry was holding.
"No, i meant what the hell is THAT?" Harry looked down at the package he was holding. A small peice of black lace was sticking out of one of the corners.
"I dunno," said Harry, "But i will in a minute." Harry tore the package open. The lacy thing fell to the floor. Harry picked it up and held it out if front of him, looking scared.
"Holy crappers!" screamed Ron, almost slipping off his bed, "Thats a dress! Someone sent you a dress! Oh my god thats a dress!" Harry looked down at the dress, which he had layed out on his bed.
"I have gathered that much," said Harry. The dress was sleeveless, and the straps that went over the shoulders were lace. The back tied up, and in the front there was a giant black bow. The skirt part was also lacy and it puffed out across harry's bedsheets. It looked that it came to about mid- thigh in length.
"You like?" said Harry in a high-pitched voice, holding the dress against his chest and twirling. Ron looked as if he was about to be sick.
"You are not serious... you can't be serious..whoever sent you that can't be serious..that is just horrible..you can't be serious." Ron seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else, but still looked scared all the same. Harry frowned.
"Of course i don't like it. It is hideous. Can't i kid around?" said Harry.
"Not about that..." said Ron giving the dress a dark look.
"Okay! Let up!" said Harry, staring at the dress also. He suddenly made a grab for the dress and held it against his arm. "But really, Ron. Does it match my skin tone?" Harry smiled widely as Ron continually tried to catch his breath, considering he was laughing so hard. As Ron started to sufficate from laughing too hard, Harry noticed a small slip of paper on the floor that wasn't there earlier. Harry picked it up.
"Ron, shut up for a minute! I found a note." Ron suddenly became quiet and stared at the note anxiously.
"Do you think it came from the dress?" said Ron, glaring at the dress again.
"Dunno." said Harry, "Now shut up for a minute so I can read it." The message was written in writing that harry had never seen before, and was not signed by any means. Harry read the note aloud.
Your father left this in my possesion before he died.
I feel it is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.
Harry again searched the note for a signature, but there was none. Harry continually turned the note over between his fingers, even though he knew there was nothing else written there. Ron didn't look remotely happy with the note's message.
"It does NOT say that!" said Ron, annoyed. Harry handed the note to Ron. As Ron read, his eyes widened and by the last sentence his mouth was hanging open.
"I am NOT a fruitcake!" said Harry out loud, which caused Ron to come out of his state of shock.
"I hope not," said Ron, edging away from him anyway. "This has to be a joke. There is no way your father wore this..well I sure hope not.." This didn't help Harry's mood at all. Was Ron accusing his father of being a fruitcake? Harry knew his father wasn't, because he had a wife and a son, him, Harry. He kept repeating this in his mind as Ron shot imcriminating looks at both the note and the dress.