YPP: Please tell me you've finished Scrolls of the Past, The First
Vacation, Shadow Rising, Super Duelling Monkeys Melee and Camp
Flamethrower.
PP: Nope
YPP: *Frustrated yell* WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WRITE SO MANY STORIES AT THE SAME TIME???
PP: Yeesh, take a chill pill! I'll pull it off! I mean, I can do everything during the weekend.
YPP: *Glare*
PP: What?
YPP: A little procrastinator, aren't we?
PP: Shut up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. But Yami Bakura is mine! Mine I say!! MINE!! BACK!!! BACK OFF, YOU LOVER SNATCHER!!! BACK I TELL YA!!! *Hiss*
YPP: It's ok, let go of the microphone, slowly...take a deep breath, and...Exhale...that's it...Now...*pounces and rips off disclaimer dude costume* HAH!!!! Phire Phoenix!!! I knew it!!!
PP: ...........................................
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It's a Chibi's Life
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter One
Harry: Egypt-WHAT???
Note: This story is going to be told this way: Each chapter will be written from another character's point of view. The character will be announced at the beginning of each chapter.
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Harry
I watched impatiently as the Sorting Hat finished sorting the last student into Hogwarts. The song had been particularly long, there were a lot of students that year, and I was starving. Sitting next to me, head propped on his hand, was Ron, feeling exactly the same way. In fact, everyone in the hall seemed particularly tired. It was no wonder, either.
Hogwarts Express had made a detour, stopping at a station that seemed forlorn and abandoned. But before anyone could inquire, they started up again. The news of some new passengers took no time at all to travel through the whole train. First years weren't a surprise, and even if Hogwarts decided to pick them up instead of having them go to London - so what?
It was the whole rumour of them NOT being first years that caught our attentions. Practically everyone has made a round to the compartment they supposedly stayed in, including us. That is, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, and me. It was locked. Various spells have been chanted and have bounced off, not even Fred or George could pick it open. They were on the verge of using Filibuster's Fireworks when the plump lady who pushed the trolley came by and told them to leave that compartment alone,
"Hey, Harry, wake up!" Ron whispered, prodding at my elbow. I blinked dazedly into the light. Hermione shot me a disapproving glance. I groaned. I must've fallen asleep. Hoping nobody noticed, I glanced at the Sorting. Thankfully, only two were left. I yawned and sat up straighter. It wouldn't do for me to fall asleep, not on the first day, and not with -
I noticed at that moment that Professor McGonagall was gone. I noticed, too, that Professor Flitwick was doing the sorting. The only other time he had done that was when McGonagall had wanted to talk to Hermione and me. Strange.
Dumbledore stood up after a shy boy hurried to Hufflepuff, almost forgetting to set down the Sorting Hat. Silence settled on the Hall as everyone looked at him. I've always wondered how he commands such dignity and kindness. Of course, I've always wondered why Malfoy wasn't expelled, why the Dursleys are idiots, why Voldemort's the biggest jerk that ever lived, too, so it's no big.
"I'd like to introduce four new Prefects." Dumbledore paused for effect and I'd started to wish that he would hurry up. I was surprising even myself with my thoughts, since I usually enjoyed his speech, but I was REALLY hungry. "Mr. Blaise Zabini, for Slytherin!" There was some clapping, mainly at the Slytherin table, although Malfoy looked enraged that he hadn't been chosen as Prefect.
"Ms. Cho Chang, for Ravenclaw!" I was one of the Gryffindors who clapped for Ravenclaw. She glanced my way and smiled. I thought my heart would melt right there and then. Of course it didn't, or I wouldn't have been able to hear the next part. "Ms. Hermione Granger, for Gryffindor."
"WHOO HERMIONE!" I heard myself yelling. The Gryffindors were raucous. Needless to say, no one was surprised, but with Fred and George in our house, a quiet welcome was just not possible. Ron and I clapped her on the back; both of us grinning like idiots. She was beaming and blushing at the same time. Dumbledore smiled, then with a hand gesture, told us to quiet down.
"And finally, Mr. Ernie Macmillan." I clapped for him, too, although Ron didn't. I couldn't believe him. He can't still be mad that he suspected me in second year, can he? Ah well.
Finally, the Headmaster told us to tuck in, and believe me, we did. I had third helpings of everything, and Ron had even more than that! The refills seemed to come more often than usual. I stole a glance at Hermione. This meant more work for the house-elves, surely she wouldn't be happy. But she, too, was eating avidly. I guess we're all very hungry then. Dinner took a long time, and when it finally ended, everyone was stuffed. Dumbledore stood up again, tapping his desert spoon against a goblet, asking for silence.
"Welcome back to another year at this old school." he began, his voice ringing across the hall. I wonder why I've started to have the tendency of describing everything. Maybe I'll work for the Daily Prophet some day. But Dumbledore spoke again, interrupting my childish dreams of becoming number one reporter in the wizard realm. "I'd like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off bounds for everybody, including world saviours." His blue eyes twinkled at me and a lot of people laughed.
Oh wasn't that nice? I mean, it's funny and all, but he didn't need to tell the WHOLE school that my new hobby is going to visit Aragog with Hagrid. After that whole incident had been explained, we had become friends.
"Also, the fourth floor is out of bounds for everyone who is NOT in the Ancient studies class." What the heck is the Ancient Studies class? That wasn't in our choice when we chose our courses! And from what I can see, Hermione doesn't have a clue, either. Ancient Studies. Pah! I mean, what we study, History of Magic, isn't that ancient enough? What could be older than a boring History lesson taught by a GHOST who's got NO IDEA that he is DEAD???
"Ah, yes, the Ancient Studies class. It is a new class, opening just this year, for some specially selected students from each house. I've invited some young magicians and their friends to stay with us this year at Hogwarts. They are experts in Egyptology and Egyptian Magic." Egyptian Magic. EGYPTIAN MAGIC? Isn't that the most dangerous kind there is?
Hermione was on the edge of her seat. I could just see her being one of the special students. No, I know she will be one of them. I don't think Ron would be too interested. I am. I mean, if Voldemort strikes, any magic is helpful. And if that were one of the goals Dumbledore has in mind, then surely he would not let Draco attend, for fear of leakage. Then again, Dumbledore IS the one who rambles on about second chances...
The door opened at that moment, and McGonagall strolled in, followed by...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven...eleven ridiculous looking people. One of them, the boy who seemed to be the leader, had Indigo eyes and Black-Red-Blond hair stuck up in the shape of a hand. Strange...and I thought my hair was messy.
The second boy had brown eyes and white hair. The third had blond hair, with an evil expression on his face. The fourth, who was a girl, was rather pretty and had long, black hair. The fifth person, a middle-aged man, had white hair that covered half of his face. The sixth man was wearing a robe and turban, to the snickering of many Slytherins.
The seventh boy was wearing a long, blue trench coat that appeared to be billowing even though there's no wind. He had short brown hair and was carrying a suitcase. The strangest things about him, though, were the silver dragon shoulder plates on his shoulder. The eighth boy was young, about the age of the first years. He had long black hair and a cute bandanna. I could see that Hermione liked those two. I poked Ron, who groaned.
The ninth, who seemed the most normal, wore a green jacket and had blond hair. The tenth, a girl, had brown hair and was wearing a ridiculously pink skirt, and the eleventh, a boy with brown hair piled on top of his head in a mound, seemed very dense.
This is unkind of me; after all, I don't know any of them yet. Oh what the heck, they're freaks! Of course, I should be one to talk, but...
Dumbledore started talking at that moment again. "Please welcome: Yugi Motou, Ryou Bakura, Malik Ishtar, Isis Ishtar, Maximillion Pegasus, Shadi, Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, Joey Wheeler, Tea Gardner and Tristan Taylor, from Domino City, Japan!" As the applause, the enthusiastic and puzzled applause rang, a thought occurred to me.
Weren't we supposed to be studying EGYPTIAN magic? What does this have anything to do with - Japan???
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PP: Like? Don't like?
YPP: Well...
PP: Don't even start!
YPP: *grumble* Oh fine!
PP: Anyways, thanks for reading, please review, constructive criticism appreciated and extremely welcome, no flames, PLEASE, and, uh, see you next chapter!
**Stay tuned, for exciting new scenes from the next chapter of It's A Chibi's Life!!!**
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"Egyptian Magic...Hah!" Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes at Yugi. Hermione slapped him on the arm.
"Be nice!!!" She berated, looking at me adoringly. Only sixteen, and he already owns a multimillion company. What a genius! Those words were plain in her eyes. I smirked.
PP: Nope
YPP: *Frustrated yell* WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WRITE SO MANY STORIES AT THE SAME TIME???
PP: Yeesh, take a chill pill! I'll pull it off! I mean, I can do everything during the weekend.
YPP: *Glare*
PP: What?
YPP: A little procrastinator, aren't we?
PP: Shut up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. But Yami Bakura is mine! Mine I say!! MINE!! BACK!!! BACK OFF, YOU LOVER SNATCHER!!! BACK I TELL YA!!! *Hiss*
YPP: It's ok, let go of the microphone, slowly...take a deep breath, and...Exhale...that's it...Now...*pounces and rips off disclaimer dude costume* HAH!!!! Phire Phoenix!!! I knew it!!!
PP: ...........................................
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's a Chibi's Life
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter One
Harry: Egypt-WHAT???
Note: This story is going to be told this way: Each chapter will be written from another character's point of view. The character will be announced at the beginning of each chapter.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry
I watched impatiently as the Sorting Hat finished sorting the last student into Hogwarts. The song had been particularly long, there were a lot of students that year, and I was starving. Sitting next to me, head propped on his hand, was Ron, feeling exactly the same way. In fact, everyone in the hall seemed particularly tired. It was no wonder, either.
Hogwarts Express had made a detour, stopping at a station that seemed forlorn and abandoned. But before anyone could inquire, they started up again. The news of some new passengers took no time at all to travel through the whole train. First years weren't a surprise, and even if Hogwarts decided to pick them up instead of having them go to London - so what?
It was the whole rumour of them NOT being first years that caught our attentions. Practically everyone has made a round to the compartment they supposedly stayed in, including us. That is, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, and me. It was locked. Various spells have been chanted and have bounced off, not even Fred or George could pick it open. They were on the verge of using Filibuster's Fireworks when the plump lady who pushed the trolley came by and told them to leave that compartment alone,
"Hey, Harry, wake up!" Ron whispered, prodding at my elbow. I blinked dazedly into the light. Hermione shot me a disapproving glance. I groaned. I must've fallen asleep. Hoping nobody noticed, I glanced at the Sorting. Thankfully, only two were left. I yawned and sat up straighter. It wouldn't do for me to fall asleep, not on the first day, and not with -
I noticed at that moment that Professor McGonagall was gone. I noticed, too, that Professor Flitwick was doing the sorting. The only other time he had done that was when McGonagall had wanted to talk to Hermione and me. Strange.
Dumbledore stood up after a shy boy hurried to Hufflepuff, almost forgetting to set down the Sorting Hat. Silence settled on the Hall as everyone looked at him. I've always wondered how he commands such dignity and kindness. Of course, I've always wondered why Malfoy wasn't expelled, why the Dursleys are idiots, why Voldemort's the biggest jerk that ever lived, too, so it's no big.
"I'd like to introduce four new Prefects." Dumbledore paused for effect and I'd started to wish that he would hurry up. I was surprising even myself with my thoughts, since I usually enjoyed his speech, but I was REALLY hungry. "Mr. Blaise Zabini, for Slytherin!" There was some clapping, mainly at the Slytherin table, although Malfoy looked enraged that he hadn't been chosen as Prefect.
"Ms. Cho Chang, for Ravenclaw!" I was one of the Gryffindors who clapped for Ravenclaw. She glanced my way and smiled. I thought my heart would melt right there and then. Of course it didn't, or I wouldn't have been able to hear the next part. "Ms. Hermione Granger, for Gryffindor."
"WHOO HERMIONE!" I heard myself yelling. The Gryffindors were raucous. Needless to say, no one was surprised, but with Fred and George in our house, a quiet welcome was just not possible. Ron and I clapped her on the back; both of us grinning like idiots. She was beaming and blushing at the same time. Dumbledore smiled, then with a hand gesture, told us to quiet down.
"And finally, Mr. Ernie Macmillan." I clapped for him, too, although Ron didn't. I couldn't believe him. He can't still be mad that he suspected me in second year, can he? Ah well.
Finally, the Headmaster told us to tuck in, and believe me, we did. I had third helpings of everything, and Ron had even more than that! The refills seemed to come more often than usual. I stole a glance at Hermione. This meant more work for the house-elves, surely she wouldn't be happy. But she, too, was eating avidly. I guess we're all very hungry then. Dinner took a long time, and when it finally ended, everyone was stuffed. Dumbledore stood up again, tapping his desert spoon against a goblet, asking for silence.
"Welcome back to another year at this old school." he began, his voice ringing across the hall. I wonder why I've started to have the tendency of describing everything. Maybe I'll work for the Daily Prophet some day. But Dumbledore spoke again, interrupting my childish dreams of becoming number one reporter in the wizard realm. "I'd like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off bounds for everybody, including world saviours." His blue eyes twinkled at me and a lot of people laughed.
Oh wasn't that nice? I mean, it's funny and all, but he didn't need to tell the WHOLE school that my new hobby is going to visit Aragog with Hagrid. After that whole incident had been explained, we had become friends.
"Also, the fourth floor is out of bounds for everyone who is NOT in the Ancient studies class." What the heck is the Ancient Studies class? That wasn't in our choice when we chose our courses! And from what I can see, Hermione doesn't have a clue, either. Ancient Studies. Pah! I mean, what we study, History of Magic, isn't that ancient enough? What could be older than a boring History lesson taught by a GHOST who's got NO IDEA that he is DEAD???
"Ah, yes, the Ancient Studies class. It is a new class, opening just this year, for some specially selected students from each house. I've invited some young magicians and their friends to stay with us this year at Hogwarts. They are experts in Egyptology and Egyptian Magic." Egyptian Magic. EGYPTIAN MAGIC? Isn't that the most dangerous kind there is?
Hermione was on the edge of her seat. I could just see her being one of the special students. No, I know she will be one of them. I don't think Ron would be too interested. I am. I mean, if Voldemort strikes, any magic is helpful. And if that were one of the goals Dumbledore has in mind, then surely he would not let Draco attend, for fear of leakage. Then again, Dumbledore IS the one who rambles on about second chances...
The door opened at that moment, and McGonagall strolled in, followed by...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven...eleven ridiculous looking people. One of them, the boy who seemed to be the leader, had Indigo eyes and Black-Red-Blond hair stuck up in the shape of a hand. Strange...and I thought my hair was messy.
The second boy had brown eyes and white hair. The third had blond hair, with an evil expression on his face. The fourth, who was a girl, was rather pretty and had long, black hair. The fifth person, a middle-aged man, had white hair that covered half of his face. The sixth man was wearing a robe and turban, to the snickering of many Slytherins.
The seventh boy was wearing a long, blue trench coat that appeared to be billowing even though there's no wind. He had short brown hair and was carrying a suitcase. The strangest things about him, though, were the silver dragon shoulder plates on his shoulder. The eighth boy was young, about the age of the first years. He had long black hair and a cute bandanna. I could see that Hermione liked those two. I poked Ron, who groaned.
The ninth, who seemed the most normal, wore a green jacket and had blond hair. The tenth, a girl, had brown hair and was wearing a ridiculously pink skirt, and the eleventh, a boy with brown hair piled on top of his head in a mound, seemed very dense.
This is unkind of me; after all, I don't know any of them yet. Oh what the heck, they're freaks! Of course, I should be one to talk, but...
Dumbledore started talking at that moment again. "Please welcome: Yugi Motou, Ryou Bakura, Malik Ishtar, Isis Ishtar, Maximillion Pegasus, Shadi, Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, Joey Wheeler, Tea Gardner and Tristan Taylor, from Domino City, Japan!" As the applause, the enthusiastic and puzzled applause rang, a thought occurred to me.
Weren't we supposed to be studying EGYPTIAN magic? What does this have anything to do with - Japan???
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PP: Like? Don't like?
YPP: Well...
PP: Don't even start!
YPP: *grumble* Oh fine!
PP: Anyways, thanks for reading, please review, constructive criticism appreciated and extremely welcome, no flames, PLEASE, and, uh, see you next chapter!
**Stay tuned, for exciting new scenes from the next chapter of It's A Chibi's Life!!!**
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"Egyptian Magic...Hah!" Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes at Yugi. Hermione slapped him on the arm.
"Be nice!!!" She berated, looking at me adoringly. Only sixteen, and he already owns a multimillion company. What a genius! Those words were plain in her eyes. I smirked.