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'FLYING THE NEST' PART ONE:
Harry Potter was huddled under his bedcovers. every 3 seconds a bright light shone from the tip of his wand and if u listened very verrry carefully u could hear the words...'ENGORGIO!' OOh my goodness. yes, thats right cinema-goers, Harry was indeed, trying to grow his little snake!!! uncle vernon, on his way to the lavatory, however, was unfortunate enough to see the light flickering under the door and within 5 mins (as he is a very smart man) had realised that that scummy little freaky potter, his m- m-thatword-agical nephew, that nearly of age w-w-thatword was doing you- know-what under his roof!!! i say that uncle vernon was the unfrotunate, as lo and behold, when the ramapaging rhino of a man burst into the ingrate's room and tore off the coverlet before little harry could react, he was hit full force with the engorgio charm and was blasted off his feet, whereupon his head grew to enormous size with no intention of shrinking. harry potter, naturally, grabbed his stuff and legged it.when harry got round the corner of privet drive, it occured to him that he had no place whatsoever to go. as he had inadvertently happened upon when he had blown up the cantankerous aunt marge, harry stuck out his wand arm and hailed the knight bus.
to little effect.
harry stamped in frustration and tripped over his trunk. as if on cue there was the purple triple-decker trying to run him down. 'choo fall over for?' said stan, 'ere look ern, s'neville!' harry got to his feet and was about to heave his cargo onto the violet bus wen it gave a violent lurch. 'engine's gone stan,' gruinted ernie prang, 'always said she would.' 'sorry neville!' said stan, looking perplexed, 'but she's gone an' died on us! here's the charm for a flapper!' he thrust a crumpled scrap of paper into harry's free hand, and pitched him back onto the pavement again so we once more found himself in a heap with his trunk and hedwig's cage. the bus promptly 'evaporated' for lack of a better term, stan and all, and harry was left lying by the road.
he blinked. this was not the getaway he had not-planned-very-much. he prodded the air where the bus had been standing. there was indeed only air. it seemed that the whole bus and all its occupants had effectively disapparated. and here he was, alone again, on the dark corner of the most hated muggle street (to him) imaginable.
he frantically scanned the scrap of paper stan had given him. very bad handwriting in smudgy black ink proclaimed: flap-cab charm: lapsus advenire (latin: flight, arrive.)
'lapsus advenire.' said harry, aloud. he gazed up expectantly at the deep blue sky. nothing stirred.
"LAPSUS ADVENIRE!!!" he demanded, annoyed. great. this stupid thing didn't work either. he slumped down on his trunk n shrugged in exasperation. his wand slipped out of his sleeve. he stared at it. 'idiot!' he muttered, and gave the wand a determined flick. 'lapsus advenire!' the air aroudn him seemed to give a little shudder. and within 60 seconds an extraordinary contraption dropped out of the sky and hovered before him. it seemed to be a broom, with two large panels magically suspended on either side so that in effect, they took on the appearance of 'wings'. but far FAR more strange than anything to do with the wizarding version of a mini cab, was the rider or 'driver' of the broom who was staring at harry with the most unbelieveing and utterly comtemptable stare on his pale face: Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?!" said harry, when it seemed that malfoy was not going to speak.
"Thats right Potty, you laugh if you want but at least some of us have holiday jobs instead of living off our precious precocious realtives." said malfoy, somewhat devensively, tho harry had no idea (as yet) of why.
"I didnt say anything! and the reason i'm here is because i hate my 'precious relatives' and i'm never ever ever going back! so there!' harry retorted. he wasnt sure why. and now that he'd said it, he realised it was true: he had left number four privet drive for the very last time. "so can we do this or do i need to get another...flappybus thing?"
"it's a FLAP-CAB potter. and no. if you get another one you'll have lost me some of my wage packet. i mean..oh damn it." malfoy paused. harry stared. " ok so what potter, i left home, ok so stop fuckin looking at me like that. what do you want? get on the broom and put your stuff on the flappers. here, use a hovering charm."
"So...how much is this?"
"for you it's a sickle a mile."
"for me?" said harry, dangerously.
"yeah. i know you're made of money, weasel's always complaining about it. so pay up. where are you going?"
"i have no idea. i suppose the leaky cauldron?"
"Not weasel's?"
"No. why, where else could i go?"
Malfoy paused. "I have a room in my flat. if you can help me pay the rent," he said.
TO BE CONTINUED...