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This is a veerrry informal story of sAnDiE's
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Let's go and have some fun!!! Yay!!!
Disclaimer: I own herry potter. Notice it is herry and not harry. So I own herry potter so don't steal my idea. If you do, ill call upon the evil forces of this earth and they shall banish you to hell!!!!! Well, this has the idea of Harry Potter so I DO NOT own the idea of HARRY POTTER, but HERRY potter is MINE.
Harry Potter belongs to JK ROWLING!
HERRY POTTER AND THE WITCH'S STONE by sAnDiE & troubled soul
There once was a family called the Doosleys. They were the most screwed up family in town, yet they called themselves perfectly normal, thank you very much! Daisy Doosley was a very fat, hippo like woman. Vackal Doosley was a thin, bald man who had a pale face. They had a little boy called Dursley Doosley. Now, Dursely was very...well...thin...almost TOO thin. He could fit through a CRACK! The neighbors were scared of his scary appearance. Most kids ran from him.
One day, when Vackal was getting to work, he spotted a strange dog sitting next to his house on Public Drive.
" SCADADDLE!" he shouted at the dog.
The dog stared at him and bared its teeth.
"GRRRRRR" it said back to him.
" That's funny." He thought " Dogs don't talk back to people!"
Vackal glared at the dog and drove away in his car. As he was driving, he saw people wearing robes and wearing weird looking shoes.
" Hooligans.." he muttered. " Teenagers these days. Teenagers and their ridiculous fashions."
He drove and drove.
Then finally, he got to his work place. Vackal worked at Hummings, it was a drill factory and they also sold humming devices. As he entered the building everyone greeted him in a formal fashion. He was quite pleased with this because it made him feel special. He sat down in his office on the 89th floor. Vackal drummed his fingers on the desk and was very bored. Then an owl flew by, then another, then an owl SLAMMED AGAINST HIS WINDOW AND DIED!
" Oh my goodness!" he cried. " SECURITY!!! AAAAAAH!!!"
Vackal was then sent to therapy because he was mentally in danger witnessing the poor owl dying. After his therapy he went outside for a sandwich. As he was walking to the bakery , he overheard the people in cloaks talking.
" Yes! Herry Potter! He's the one!"
" He has survived!"
" He has survived!"
" I ALREADY SAID THAT YOU IDIOT!"
" So????"
Could it be? THE SAME POTTER THAT HE WAS RELATED TO!!?? But he wasn't quite sure if his nephew's name was Herry. It could've been Jerry.
That night, there was a strange dog sitting at the corner of their house. Then, suddenly, an old man appeared next to the dog.
" Good evening, Professor McGoogall!" he said to the dog.
The dog stared at him with disbelief and transformed into a woman.
" How did you know it was me?!" McGoogall shrieked.
" Because I'm ALWAYS WATCHING YOU!" croaked Dumboldoor.
McGoogall looked at him in a strange way. Dumboldoor cleared his throat to let her know that they were going to change the subject.
" Are the rumors true?" asked McGoogall suddenly.
" OF COURSE THEY ARE! DUH!" yelled Dumboldoor.
McGoogall looked a bit hurt but held back the tears that filled her eyes when Dumboldoor said that.
" What happened to Rose and Jim?" asked McGoogall.
" Moldevort killed them!" said Dumboldoor sadly and he burst into tears.
" Calm yourself!" said McGoogall, " What about the boy? Herry Potter!"
" HE died too.." said Dumboldoor in grief.
" WHAT?!"
" Just kidding!"
"WHERE IS HE?!"
" Bagrid is bringing him."
" ARE YOU INSANE?! TRUSTING THAT BIG OAF!"
" I would trust Bagrid with my life."
" Well, that's you."
Then, they hear a very loud noise coming from the night. It turns out that it is a flying bike and Bagrid is on it. McGoogall clutches her heart in horror and Dumboldoor is very shocked but doesn't show it.
" Good eve'ing Profess'r D'mboldoor,s'r" said Bagrid taking off his goggles.
" Hello, Bagrid." Dumboldoor said calmly but he's REALLY SHOCKED ABOUT THE FLYING BIKE!
" WHERE IS THE BOY?!?!" McGoogall shrieked and she pointed a wand at Bagrid.
" Er...r'ght h're!" Bagrid said handing McGoogall a bundle of blankets.
Then, Dumboldoor takes little Herry Potter and drops him on the door step and throwing an envelope with him.
" GOOD LUCK HERRY!" Dumboldoor said sadly looking down at him.
" You're leaving him with these Tullogals!?" scream McGoogall.
" I must...until Herry is ready...he must stay with these MUGGLES!"
" OH...so THAT'S what they're called..."
Dumboldoor gave McGoogall a look.
" Wha' 'bout 'is s'ar?" asked Bagrid.
" I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."replied Dumboldoor. " It may come in handy! I have one on my foot and it's a GREAT map of the Underground Railroad!"
" Er..."
REVIEW PLEASE! I will continue if I get good comments..if I don't..i'll just remove it.
This is a veerrry informal story of sAnDiE's
Ok
Now
Let's go and have some fun!!! Yay!!!
Disclaimer: I own herry potter. Notice it is herry and not harry. So I own herry potter so don't steal my idea. If you do, ill call upon the evil forces of this earth and they shall banish you to hell!!!!! Well, this has the idea of Harry Potter so I DO NOT own the idea of HARRY POTTER, but HERRY potter is MINE.
Harry Potter belongs to JK ROWLING!
HERRY POTTER AND THE WITCH'S STONE by sAnDiE & troubled soul
There once was a family called the Doosleys. They were the most screwed up family in town, yet they called themselves perfectly normal, thank you very much! Daisy Doosley was a very fat, hippo like woman. Vackal Doosley was a thin, bald man who had a pale face. They had a little boy called Dursley Doosley. Now, Dursely was very...well...thin...almost TOO thin. He could fit through a CRACK! The neighbors were scared of his scary appearance. Most kids ran from him.
One day, when Vackal was getting to work, he spotted a strange dog sitting next to his house on Public Drive.
" SCADADDLE!" he shouted at the dog.
The dog stared at him and bared its teeth.
"GRRRRRR" it said back to him.
" That's funny." He thought " Dogs don't talk back to people!"
Vackal glared at the dog and drove away in his car. As he was driving, he saw people wearing robes and wearing weird looking shoes.
" Hooligans.." he muttered. " Teenagers these days. Teenagers and their ridiculous fashions."
He drove and drove.
Then finally, he got to his work place. Vackal worked at Hummings, it was a drill factory and they also sold humming devices. As he entered the building everyone greeted him in a formal fashion. He was quite pleased with this because it made him feel special. He sat down in his office on the 89th floor. Vackal drummed his fingers on the desk and was very bored. Then an owl flew by, then another, then an owl SLAMMED AGAINST HIS WINDOW AND DIED!
" Oh my goodness!" he cried. " SECURITY!!! AAAAAAH!!!"
Vackal was then sent to therapy because he was mentally in danger witnessing the poor owl dying. After his therapy he went outside for a sandwich. As he was walking to the bakery , he overheard the people in cloaks talking.
" Yes! Herry Potter! He's the one!"
" He has survived!"
" He has survived!"
" I ALREADY SAID THAT YOU IDIOT!"
" So????"
Could it be? THE SAME POTTER THAT HE WAS RELATED TO!!?? But he wasn't quite sure if his nephew's name was Herry. It could've been Jerry.
That night, there was a strange dog sitting at the corner of their house. Then, suddenly, an old man appeared next to the dog.
" Good evening, Professor McGoogall!" he said to the dog.
The dog stared at him with disbelief and transformed into a woman.
" How did you know it was me?!" McGoogall shrieked.
" Because I'm ALWAYS WATCHING YOU!" croaked Dumboldoor.
McGoogall looked at him in a strange way. Dumboldoor cleared his throat to let her know that they were going to change the subject.
" Are the rumors true?" asked McGoogall suddenly.
" OF COURSE THEY ARE! DUH!" yelled Dumboldoor.
McGoogall looked a bit hurt but held back the tears that filled her eyes when Dumboldoor said that.
" What happened to Rose and Jim?" asked McGoogall.
" Moldevort killed them!" said Dumboldoor sadly and he burst into tears.
" Calm yourself!" said McGoogall, " What about the boy? Herry Potter!"
" HE died too.." said Dumboldoor in grief.
" WHAT?!"
" Just kidding!"
"WHERE IS HE?!"
" Bagrid is bringing him."
" ARE YOU INSANE?! TRUSTING THAT BIG OAF!"
" I would trust Bagrid with my life."
" Well, that's you."
Then, they hear a very loud noise coming from the night. It turns out that it is a flying bike and Bagrid is on it. McGoogall clutches her heart in horror and Dumboldoor is very shocked but doesn't show it.
" Good eve'ing Profess'r D'mboldoor,s'r" said Bagrid taking off his goggles.
" Hello, Bagrid." Dumboldoor said calmly but he's REALLY SHOCKED ABOUT THE FLYING BIKE!
" WHERE IS THE BOY?!?!" McGoogall shrieked and she pointed a wand at Bagrid.
" Er...r'ght h're!" Bagrid said handing McGoogall a bundle of blankets.
Then, Dumboldoor takes little Herry Potter and drops him on the door step and throwing an envelope with him.
" GOOD LUCK HERRY!" Dumboldoor said sadly looking down at him.
" You're leaving him with these Tullogals!?" scream McGoogall.
" I must...until Herry is ready...he must stay with these MUGGLES!"
" OH...so THAT'S what they're called..."
Dumboldoor gave McGoogall a look.
" Wha' 'bout 'is s'ar?" asked Bagrid.
" I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."replied Dumboldoor. " It may come in handy! I have one on my foot and it's a GREAT map of the Underground Railroad!"
" Er..."
REVIEW PLEASE! I will continue if I get good comments..if I don't..i'll just remove it.