Harry Potter and the Book of Strange Faith
Chapter One: Smelly Nuns.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own my interpretations though of this particular Catholic school, for it is purely of my imagination. Any reference to anyone I may or may have not known at one time in my life is entirely coincidental. (really it is) So please, no suing, that's just not fun.
Also, in respect for Neil Gaimen and Terry Prattchet, their book Good Omens gave some inspiration to this story. Along with my friend who helped me brainstorm this, and made it all come true.
NOTE: This story is intended for HUMOR if it insults you in any way, shape, form, or any other entity that I forgot then go away! P.S. It's a boyxboy thing. Hehehehehe! Also, Harry is living with a muggle family who think he is just a transfer student, the woman isn't yelling at him like Petunia does, she just doesn't want him to be late for school. nods
THERE ARE TWO SUMMERIES A GOOD ONE AND A FAST ONE!
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Good Summery: Voldemort, for lack of better knowledge has decided to flee from the war (instead of Harry Fleeing, so this time, it's the other way around) except he is clever, he disguises himself into the perfect setting. A Catholic school. Harry Potter, follows the dark lord to said school and is there to uncover who he really is amongst the students. Can he survive the challenges that await him?
Fast Summery: Voldemort has gone into hiding, Harry has to find him.
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Harry
"This is annoying, no, this is worse then annoying it's completely bothersome. Why can't Voldemort be a GOOD dark lord and just stay in England?!" Harry mumbled to himself as he fixed his tie. He looked in the mirror and grimaced at himself; he grew out his hair to hide his scar (even though hiding it wouldn't conceal his identity to Voldemort.) His uniform was a bit more colorful then his old Hogwarts one. There was no robe or pointed hat, but tan pants, a white shirt, and a very ugly and itchy blue sweater. He had a tie, checkered black and blue with a white line through the middle and a belt. He stared at himself and put his head on the mirror "…And the world will never know his sacrifice" he mumbled.
"HARRY!" a woman's voice from downstairs yelled to him, "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE HURRY UP!!!"
He looked towards the door "I am!" he yelled down to the woman. He straitened his tie and gave himself one more look before heading down, "Saint Agnes here I come."
Saint Agnes Catholic School of Good Upbringing and Polite Society
Harry
"So this is where you will eat with the other students" said a young nun who was taking Harry on a tour of his new school, "This is the gymnasium, you will get changed everyday and have Gym with the other students"
Harry nodded though he wasn't really paying attention to a word she was saying, he was on the lookout for anyone who looked like a young Tom Riddle, or even an older Tom Riddle, or anyone other then himself, who didn't have an accent; or as they said here "Who did have an English accent." So far though no such luck; the boy whose house he was staying at moved away from Harry the moment they got to school and no one in his homeroom actually talked to him. His teacher was a very old and strange smelling nun, and he doubted that was Voldemort in disquse. No, this wasn't going to be easy, and that was not good for the Boy who lived.
Voldemort
Things weren't that hard for the Dark Lord. No he didn't like being around all those muggles but right now he didn't really have an option. So as he sat next to some slightly attractive muggle girl named Valerie (Who was having him listen to her musical device…thingy) and pretended to be interested in the…stuff they fed this poor children. One of the boys, a pimply little thing that reminded him slightly of Peter Pettigrew was talking about how all the food was moving like Jello did. The boy next to him kindly pointed out that the jiggly thing was Jello.
"I swear to GOD this stuff is alive" the pimply boy said about the other food (and rather loudly) "I mean LOOK AT IT!"
"I am looking" He shrugged his shoulders "Just don't eat it if your going to complain."
"But, but"
"No buts" he said finalizing their conversation.
Tom didn't find their conversation all that amusing, this is what they had been doing the last few weeks, (a strange way for a bunch of freshmen and sophomores to act) "Well I think" he started but Valirie cut him off,
"Have you seen the new boy??"
And in unison they all said "What new boy?!" but Tom was said with a bit more urgency then the others.
"Yea, he's in my homeroom, total cutie" She moved her head allowing the headphone in Voldemort's ear to fall out, "But he doesn't talk like at all, and was looking around really nervously; it was so" she dragged out the o " cute!"
"That's….wonderful" Tom shrugged and glanced at her, "I'm…getting something to eat…" he stood up and walked to the lunch line. Acting like a muggle teenager really wasn't all that easy…
Harry
This whole day had been going wrong, there was no site of Voldemort, or "Tom Riddle" or any boy with the name "Tom Riddle" or even the last name "Riddle" or even the hint of someone talking proper English or with an "Accent like his" and now it was just very, very annoying. To top all of that the sweater he was wearing was itchy, and even if it was hot in this horrible excuse for a cafeteria he wasn't aloud to take it off.
So now -as he tried not to show how annoyed he was while waiting for something that looked like macaroni and cheese but jiggled strangely- Harry looked around the cafeteria. No…no "Tom"… He hung his head slightly as he handed a grumpy looking nun who smelt funny (but maybe it was the food….) Then behind him he heard;
"Don't get the macaroni, the pizza is better."
The voice sent a chill down Harry's spine but he didn't turn around. No, that was to easy…way to easy…the smooth easy way of talking…the only thing missing was a face and the "accent". He nodded and mumbled lowly "okay…" trying to keep his voice low.
Again the voice said, with almost no care at all, "Your welcome." And put their tray next to his.
Harry felt himself go into a form of silent shock as he pointed to the pizza; he found the dark lord, and he was standing right behind him.
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I hope this was good, I really think it was good; I needed to do something a little different really fast, or I would never be able to finish chapter seven of "Escaping"
Let me tell a quick story, and then I will let you get onto your lives;
The idea for this came while speaking to my friend; she and I talked and I wanted to write a new yaoi (that's right friends, this is gonna become a slash) and then I talked about my past and the things I remember growin up. Including smelly nuns (Not all were smelly just the ones that were left an impression)
So then after all of that talking, this story was developed. I hope you like it, and depending on the reviews (Not the quanity but what they say) I might update this. . enjoy!