Harry Potter and The Curse Of the Gangster
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters!
Strange things never happen at the Dursleys' house, so they were the last people you would suspect of anything. But the Dursleys knew something that many didn't: Mrs. Dursley's sister was a notorious gangster. But even the Dursleys overlooked that fact; they cared more that she was a witch. One day Mr. Dursley was heading for work. He noticed that most of the people on the streets were wearing the same colors: the horrible and disgusting -and yet Ford Middle School colors- green and gold. As soon as Mr. Dursley got out of his car, a young man ran over to him and started screaming offensive words. Then the man relaxed and said, "I see you are one of us." Mr. Dursley looked down at himself. He had not realized that he was wearing his most putrid green suit and awful gold tie.
"Do not be afraid," the man said, "for the horrible gangsters Voldemort and Lily Potter are dead! The Potters' young son Harry is still alive, though, and we fear he will be a gangster, too, for he has a London's gang scar on his forhead. But I'm sure that even if he is a gangster, he will be a very nice person." Mr. Dursley had wondered all his life how dumb people could get, but this certainly topped everything. He desperatly tried to get away from these strangers, but, as seen in the Harry Potter movies, he was so extremely large that he could not get very far. Just then an older man seemed to appear out of nowhere. Mr. Dursley stared at his shabby appearance, for he looked like a bum Mr. Dursley had once nearly run over on the side of the road. "What, ya never saw a gangster before?" the man asked gruffly. Mr. Dursley had not realized that he had been staring at the man, but since he was a horrible person he did not apologize. The man did not apologize for his creepy and unorthodox looks either. The older man stepped up to the young man and slapped him on the back so hard that the other man nearly threw up all over the sidewalk. "Nancy, what are ya doin' talking to a muggle?" the older man demanded. "Your name is Nancy?" Mr. Dursley asked, disgusted with everyone that was not like him. "No," the other man mumbled. "Sure it isn't," the old man replied as "Nancy" walked away. The old man turned to look at Mr. Dursley. "G' bye, fatso," the man said, and with a puff of smoke he vanished. There was something about this man that made Mr. Dursley very scared. Perhaps it was just the diarreha he'd had this morning, but he had a bad feeling about this.
Hello people! R&R please(this is my first fic so be nice!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters!
Strange things never happen at the Dursleys' house, so they were the last people you would suspect of anything. But the Dursleys knew something that many didn't: Mrs. Dursley's sister was a notorious gangster. But even the Dursleys overlooked that fact; they cared more that she was a witch. One day Mr. Dursley was heading for work. He noticed that most of the people on the streets were wearing the same colors: the horrible and disgusting -and yet Ford Middle School colors- green and gold. As soon as Mr. Dursley got out of his car, a young man ran over to him and started screaming offensive words. Then the man relaxed and said, "I see you are one of us." Mr. Dursley looked down at himself. He had not realized that he was wearing his most putrid green suit and awful gold tie.
"Do not be afraid," the man said, "for the horrible gangsters Voldemort and Lily Potter are dead! The Potters' young son Harry is still alive, though, and we fear he will be a gangster, too, for he has a London's gang scar on his forhead. But I'm sure that even if he is a gangster, he will be a very nice person." Mr. Dursley had wondered all his life how dumb people could get, but this certainly topped everything. He desperatly tried to get away from these strangers, but, as seen in the Harry Potter movies, he was so extremely large that he could not get very far. Just then an older man seemed to appear out of nowhere. Mr. Dursley stared at his shabby appearance, for he looked like a bum Mr. Dursley had once nearly run over on the side of the road. "What, ya never saw a gangster before?" the man asked gruffly. Mr. Dursley had not realized that he had been staring at the man, but since he was a horrible person he did not apologize. The man did not apologize for his creepy and unorthodox looks either. The older man stepped up to the young man and slapped him on the back so hard that the other man nearly threw up all over the sidewalk. "Nancy, what are ya doin' talking to a muggle?" the older man demanded. "Your name is Nancy?" Mr. Dursley asked, disgusted with everyone that was not like him. "No," the other man mumbled. "Sure it isn't," the old man replied as "Nancy" walked away. The old man turned to look at Mr. Dursley. "G' bye, fatso," the man said, and with a puff of smoke he vanished. There was something about this man that made Mr. Dursley very scared. Perhaps it was just the diarreha he'd had this morning, but he had a bad feeling about this.
Hello people! R&R please(this is my first fic so be nice!)