AN: Don't ask. I have no idea where this came from. Conferences make me queasy.
Magic
Undead
Harry
Potter sat nervously on a chair. His headmistress
had called a conference with The Dursleys. Ouch he thought, this isn't going to be good. Harry stood as the door in front if him
opened. A thin, frail woman stepped out
and said "Mr. Potter. You may come in." He followed the woman into the room with the
Dursleys. The woman sat at the desk and
said to him "You uncle and aunt have decided that you are no longer to attend here.
For Junior High you will be going to Stonewall.
Now on to more important matters. Potter, your grades are exceptionally good. I for one, want to know how that is. You have A+'s in every subject but arithmetic
you have an A. Now, either there is something
very strange going on or -" Harry cut her off as he shouted "obliviate!"
He pulled his palm down and looked at
the Dursleys, he did the same thing. "Well,
that went well"
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AN:
Yes I know. It's very weird. Flames are welcome with open arm's as well
as reviews. So be a dear and do
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~WP