AN may stand for Author Note, as well as my name. Antonio Nicolás! Hey everybody :D ~evilsmile~
Disclaimer: For who it may concert. I write this with the sole purpouse to bring some humor. And I don't own Harry Potter nor anything who belongs to J. K. Rowling. I shall make us of most of her character, ideas, and worlds from her books with the sole intent of make my name known. no money profit intended... yet.
Please enjoy. I am from Chile, and I want to develop my english. So, any recomended material/lectures will be welcomen... and no, with no more delays...
~may the show begin!~
The Wabbit Rabbit.
Prologue: The gasping
There were stormy clouds over Privet Drive. It was raining, snowing and all the climate disturbances that one could expect from a plot twist scenario... and Harry Potter was feeling pain. His body was hot and cold at the same time. He could feel the pain of one hundred cruciatus curses in his body (an: which would feel as nothing actually, cause you know, with three or four anyone passes out). And then, as a thunder fell, he screamed.
Petunia and Vernon Dursley went to see what was the cause of the conmotion. Curiosly, they heard Harry's scream throught the thunder's sound. When they turned on the lights and saw the creature over the bed, they gasped.
Albus Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot gave up. He could not make a TV and a Super Nintendo work inside of Hogwarts. He could always go back to his New Jersey's apartment but he was running out of excuses. Minerva would not fall for the Ministry emergency calls anymore... and neither his allergy to floo powder.
Suddenly, the wards alerted him of a teacher being in pain. He threw some floo powder to his chimney (an: that word doesn't feel right... anyway, google translator knows best) and he arrived at Professor Trelanway headquarters. He saw Sybill convulsing on the floor. He tried to hold her.
- Sybill, what's wrong? - But then, she looked at him and Albus feel a ominous feeling of ... ominousness.
- The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord is no more - She spoke with a deep and raspy voice - Born anew, the world will tremble at his feet. Olde creatures come back... you're the 1000th visitor of the day, suscribe to win your prize... Millions Of People Are Cancelling Their Netflix Account Because Of... - and she went still.
Albus could feel the dread upon him. What could be the reason to cancel your netflix account? And then a patronus came anouncing the wards at Privet Drive were broken. Albus gasped.
Hermione Granger was worried. She honestly thought that corruption would not be a issue at the wizarding world. But she was wrong. An innept man was ministry of magic. Rich people like Lucius Malfoy could buy their way out and keep ther prejudices. And least but no less, innocent people could be locked up without a fair trial. She vowed to change things, but couldn't help to feel so powerless right now. If only someone absurdly powerful and influent could support her radical views... And suddenly and owl came throught the conveniently open window depositing a letter in her desk.
It was from Ron. A strange magical storm was over Surrey and some aurors were called to attend disturbances near Privet Drive. Hermione only hoped that Harry would be allright. She went to close the window. But she wanted some air and so she opened the window agan, but at the horizon, the clouds were taking shape of a creature, and for a second, the creature was looking at her. Hermione gasped.