Hmmm, this idear has been tumbling around in my head for a bit so I figure get it out ya know?
Disclaimer:
Anything recognizable, I don't own. Someone else does.
A Different Home
Chapter 1:
It was a beautiful night, one of those cloudless ones that aloud the stars to shine brightly and pass their millennia old light onto the inhabitants of the small blue green orb in the western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. (Ok, way too much Douglas Addams influence.) Beneath the starry night sky, a rather plane house sat, one of the lights shining through the window.
No one living on the street had noticed the small cat that sat stiffly on the wall that day, watching all the comings and goings. It sat and stared at the street corner, still so long that people who saw it assumed it was a new lawn decoration of the slightly eccentric youngest member of the house it sat in front of. A few moments before midnight, the light in the window shut off an the door rattled slightly. Just afterwards a man appeared on the corner the cat was staring at. He was tall and skinny with long silver hair and a long beard. He wore a purple cloak and a sparkle in his eye. Dark buckled boots extended from the hem of his robes. He quietly walked towards the house allowing himself a smile upon seeing the cat on the wall.
"Fancy seeing you here McGonagall"
The cat disappeared and in it's place, a severe looking woman stood. She wore an emerald green cloak and square glasses. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." He replies with a gentle smile.
"You'd be stiff if you'd sat on a brick wall all day" she replied.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating" she sniffed angrily, a small bit of worry shone in her eyes. "Is it true what they are saying? That Lily and James." she trailed off as if the whole idea hurt to say aloud. The man's head fell as she said this, confirming her fears. "Oh Albus." her voice full of sorrow.
Albus put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"And Harry?" The man's eyes twinkled as he said, "he survived. Hagrid's bringing him here now."
Her eyes went wide. "You're bringing him here? Why?"
"The girl Jezibel is the only family he has left."
Just then both looked to the sky as they heard a low rumble. The noise got louder as a light flashed from the sky, soon a large motorcycle lowered itself to the ground. The motorcycle was dwarfed by the man riding on it. Looking as if he was riding a child's bicycle.
In his arms he held a small bundle.
"Hagrid" said Albus sounding a little relieved, for it was a long journey from England to western America "At last, and where did you get the motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it professor Dumbledore sir," said the giant of a man as he carefully climbed off the motorcycle. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir - House was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut. Like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where. . ? whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, , give him here, Hagrid, we'd better get this over with. "
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the house.
"Could I, , could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shhh!" hissed professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, thaking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it Lily an' James dead an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles "
A light turned on in the house they stood in front of. "In the shadows," McGonagall whispered swiftly. The trio managed to hide in the shade of the wall just before the curtain was pulled aside and a young face peered out the window.
Nobody moved until the face went away and the light turned off followed by softly creaking stairs.
McGonagall gave Hagrid a disapproving look. "See, we were almost seen." The tone of disappointment mad Hagrid seem to cry harder.
"I'm sorry, I didn' mean it."
After a few more minutes Dumbledore gingerly stepped over the short wall and moved up to the door. He gently laid the bundle of blankets and a baby boy on the welcome matt, then pulled a letter from his robes and put it with the child. He sadly made his way back to the two standing by the curb. Hagrid still shaking from his tears, said a quiet "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore sir." And with that he got on the bike and made his way off back into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said to the emotional witch by his side, and with a nod walked back to the corner he appeared.
McGonagall took one last look at the bundle of rags that slept soundly before transforming into a tabby and hurrying away.
@___@
Well That's the start of me new story, I wonder if I'll finish this one. Please read and review.
Senku
Disclaimer:
Anything recognizable, I don't own. Someone else does.
A Different Home
Chapter 1:
It was a beautiful night, one of those cloudless ones that aloud the stars to shine brightly and pass their millennia old light onto the inhabitants of the small blue green orb in the western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. (Ok, way too much Douglas Addams influence.) Beneath the starry night sky, a rather plane house sat, one of the lights shining through the window.
No one living on the street had noticed the small cat that sat stiffly on the wall that day, watching all the comings and goings. It sat and stared at the street corner, still so long that people who saw it assumed it was a new lawn decoration of the slightly eccentric youngest member of the house it sat in front of. A few moments before midnight, the light in the window shut off an the door rattled slightly. Just afterwards a man appeared on the corner the cat was staring at. He was tall and skinny with long silver hair and a long beard. He wore a purple cloak and a sparkle in his eye. Dark buckled boots extended from the hem of his robes. He quietly walked towards the house allowing himself a smile upon seeing the cat on the wall.
"Fancy seeing you here McGonagall"
The cat disappeared and in it's place, a severe looking woman stood. She wore an emerald green cloak and square glasses. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." He replies with a gentle smile.
"You'd be stiff if you'd sat on a brick wall all day" she replied.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating" she sniffed angrily, a small bit of worry shone in her eyes. "Is it true what they are saying? That Lily and James." she trailed off as if the whole idea hurt to say aloud. The man's head fell as she said this, confirming her fears. "Oh Albus." her voice full of sorrow.
Albus put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"And Harry?" The man's eyes twinkled as he said, "he survived. Hagrid's bringing him here now."
Her eyes went wide. "You're bringing him here? Why?"
"The girl Jezibel is the only family he has left."
Just then both looked to the sky as they heard a low rumble. The noise got louder as a light flashed from the sky, soon a large motorcycle lowered itself to the ground. The motorcycle was dwarfed by the man riding on it. Looking as if he was riding a child's bicycle.
In his arms he held a small bundle.
"Hagrid" said Albus sounding a little relieved, for it was a long journey from England to western America "At last, and where did you get the motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it professor Dumbledore sir," said the giant of a man as he carefully climbed off the motorcycle. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir - House was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut. Like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where. . ? whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, , give him here, Hagrid, we'd better get this over with. "
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the house.
"Could I, , could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shhh!" hissed professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, thaking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it Lily an' James dead an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles "
A light turned on in the house they stood in front of. "In the shadows," McGonagall whispered swiftly. The trio managed to hide in the shade of the wall just before the curtain was pulled aside and a young face peered out the window.
Nobody moved until the face went away and the light turned off followed by softly creaking stairs.
McGonagall gave Hagrid a disapproving look. "See, we were almost seen." The tone of disappointment mad Hagrid seem to cry harder.
"I'm sorry, I didn' mean it."
After a few more minutes Dumbledore gingerly stepped over the short wall and moved up to the door. He gently laid the bundle of blankets and a baby boy on the welcome matt, then pulled a letter from his robes and put it with the child. He sadly made his way back to the two standing by the curb. Hagrid still shaking from his tears, said a quiet "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore sir." And with that he got on the bike and made his way off back into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said to the emotional witch by his side, and with a nod walked back to the corner he appeared.
McGonagall took one last look at the bundle of rags that slept soundly before transforming into a tabby and hurrying away.
@___@
Well That's the start of me new story, I wonder if I'll finish this one. Please read and review.
Senku