Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. (I wish I did,
though^.^)
Disclaimer 2: I also don't own any of the races I will be mentioning in this chap. (sigh)
Claimer: Cat is MINE! MINEY MINE MINE!!! Please get my permission before ever using her! WATASHI NO DESU!!! (hee hee) sorry bout that.
A.N. Alright, people, this is my very first *attempt* at a fic. (Notice: attempt.) I've been thinking up this story *forever*! I'm probably going to end up deleting this version and putting up a different one. Unless. you people review and think I should continue. But, in any case, this is a fic of my messed up imagination and LOTS of books! ^_^ And so, ENJOY! (if you can) Oh Yeah. This fic takes place in the fourth year.
Chap 1. Spitting Morons
"Harry!" Petunia screamed up the stairs, "Get down here, NOW!"
Harry Potter sighed as he put the stopper in his ink well and slid his Defense Against the Dark Arts book underneath his floorboards. He got up and walked down the stairs, dragging his feet the entire way. 'What now?' Harry thought as he reached the living room.
Dudley, Vernon, and Petunia were all sitting on the couch in a neat little row, just staring at him. "What do you want?" Harry said a bit sourly- he had been up until one-in-the-morning doing his homework.
"Harry," Vernon said, his mustache bristling like a little porcupine on his lip (A.N.: poor porcupine!), "tomorrow an exchange student from America will be coming. She will be staying here until September 1, and then she will proceed to a boarding school somewhere in London."
"And this concerns me because."
"Absolutely NO funny business, NO talk of this strange school of yours, and DEFFINETLY NO MAGIC!!!" Vernon yelled, spittle flying in all directions. Harry shuddered in disgust, carefully wiping spit off his cheek. "Ok, ok. I get the point. I'll gladly disappear into my room for the rest of the week. Can I go back-"
Harry was unable to finish as Vernon, not wanting Harry to have the last word, commanded him to "LEAVE, NOW!" (A.N. and never come back! ^;^ (Lord of the Rings))
The next day, Harry awoke to the sounds of Aunt Petunia slamming something hard against his door, most probably the frying pan, and screaming for him to get up. Harry just groaned and rolled over. He was used to this. Eventually, she would shut up and go away, assuming he had followed her orders. 'Yeah, right' Harry thought as the banging deceased and footsteps could be heard retreating from his room. His eyelids soon began to droop.
The next thing he knew, the door was open and Vernon was shaking him awake. "Get up you lazy lout!" Vernon yelled in his ear. Harry sat up immediately, lost his bearings as Vernon stepped away, and fell off his bed.
"I expect you at the breakfast table in one minute," Vernon stated shortly as he departed from the room. Harry groaned as he rubbed tender spot swelling on the side of his head. 'Great. Now I have yet another lump on the side of my head. Though, this one isn't made of hair.' He shook his head, as if to shake the randomness out of his thoughts, and got up, wobbling a bit.
He shrugged on the cloths that he had worn years before because they actually almost fit him. Dudley's size was really beginning to be a source of annoyance from Harry. A source of amusement, too. It takes Harry great control not to burst out laughing every time he sees his cousin, who had now reached the point of being wider than he was tall, wobbling past.
Harry caught the smell of frying bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. His stomach rumbled as he walked in, seating himself at the table in his usual place: in the corner of the room as far away from his relatives as he could get.
"In case you have forgotten, there will be an exchange student coming today."
"I know," Harry snapped moodily. There was a good reason he had had a hard time waking up this morning: the Potion's essay. Harry absentmindedly sighed in despair as he thought of the arduous essay. He had spent hours and hours studying and taking notes until he finally realized that he was reading the fifth year assignment instead of the fourth. And he couldn't even use the essay he had written for next year because Snape changed the assignments yearly.
His thoughts were interrupted by the annoying BUZZZZ of the doorbell 'Why can't we own one of those cute little tinkling doorbells?' he thought, annoyed, as All three of the other occupants of the room jumped up and rushed to the door. Harry got up and trudged along behind them. He was suspicious of any visitor invited by the Dursleys.
"Hi! You're the Dursleys, no?" The girl at the door said, a strange accent lacing her speech. She had long silvery hair flooded with blue-green. Her skin was olive, and her eyes a strange shade of blue-green. She was wearing a black tank-top, which didn't quite meet her deep green cargo pants at her hips, the cargos' frayed edges touching the ground behind her booted feet.
The fat guy with a bushy mustache stared at her clothing in distaste for a couple of moments. He finally realized that she had asked a question and, stuttering a bit, said, "Yes. What do you want?"
"Umm. I'm the exchange student you offered to take in. You know... the one from America? My name's Cat," She said, starting to shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other as a fat boy stared at her from behind the doorway and a thin, shrewd looking woman glared at her muddy boots. 'What is *wrong* with these people?' Cat thought impatiently, 'this damned trunk weighs a ton!'
"Oh!" Vernon exclaimed, finally getting the idea through his thick skull, "Come in, come in!"
Cat walked in, looking at her new surroundings. The Dursleys seemed to have a VERY bad taste when it comes to interior design. She unconsciously wrinkled her nose at the thousands of pictures of what looked like a pig wearing a hat. She looked at Dudley and thought, 'My god, he STILL looks like a pig!'
"I'm Mr. Dursley, this is Mrs. Dursley, and this is Duddley."
'DUDLEY?! What kind of a name is that?!' Cat thought. She turned around to face the kitchen, expecting to see a bed for Dudley, who probably spends his entire day there, but instead saw a relatively thin, short boy with black hair, green eyes, and glasses.
"Who's he?" Cat asked.
"Oh. Him." Mr. Dursley said, obviously hating the kid, "That's Harry. Petunia's nephew."
Cat gathered that Petunia was probably Mr. Dursley's wife, smiled at Harry, and said, "Hi, Harry! What's up?"
Harry suppressed the urge to strangle her accent out of her and said, "Hi."
Before she could continue the slightly one-sided conversation, Mrs. and Mr. Dursley herded her up the stairs to her new room, throwing her trunk at Harry to drag along behind them as best he could.
A.N. I'm verry sorry that this chap is so short! I'll make the next one longer. It's just. I really want to update this while I still can. ^,^
Disclaimer 2: I also don't own any of the races I will be mentioning in this chap. (sigh)
Claimer: Cat is MINE! MINEY MINE MINE!!! Please get my permission before ever using her! WATASHI NO DESU!!! (hee hee) sorry bout that.
A.N. Alright, people, this is my very first *attempt* at a fic. (Notice: attempt.) I've been thinking up this story *forever*! I'm probably going to end up deleting this version and putting up a different one. Unless. you people review and think I should continue. But, in any case, this is a fic of my messed up imagination and LOTS of books! ^_^ And so, ENJOY! (if you can) Oh Yeah. This fic takes place in the fourth year.
Chap 1. Spitting Morons
"Harry!" Petunia screamed up the stairs, "Get down here, NOW!"
Harry Potter sighed as he put the stopper in his ink well and slid his Defense Against the Dark Arts book underneath his floorboards. He got up and walked down the stairs, dragging his feet the entire way. 'What now?' Harry thought as he reached the living room.
Dudley, Vernon, and Petunia were all sitting on the couch in a neat little row, just staring at him. "What do you want?" Harry said a bit sourly- he had been up until one-in-the-morning doing his homework.
"Harry," Vernon said, his mustache bristling like a little porcupine on his lip (A.N.: poor porcupine!), "tomorrow an exchange student from America will be coming. She will be staying here until September 1, and then she will proceed to a boarding school somewhere in London."
"And this concerns me because."
"Absolutely NO funny business, NO talk of this strange school of yours, and DEFFINETLY NO MAGIC!!!" Vernon yelled, spittle flying in all directions. Harry shuddered in disgust, carefully wiping spit off his cheek. "Ok, ok. I get the point. I'll gladly disappear into my room for the rest of the week. Can I go back-"
Harry was unable to finish as Vernon, not wanting Harry to have the last word, commanded him to "LEAVE, NOW!" (A.N. and never come back! ^;^ (Lord of the Rings))
The next day, Harry awoke to the sounds of Aunt Petunia slamming something hard against his door, most probably the frying pan, and screaming for him to get up. Harry just groaned and rolled over. He was used to this. Eventually, she would shut up and go away, assuming he had followed her orders. 'Yeah, right' Harry thought as the banging deceased and footsteps could be heard retreating from his room. His eyelids soon began to droop.
The next thing he knew, the door was open and Vernon was shaking him awake. "Get up you lazy lout!" Vernon yelled in his ear. Harry sat up immediately, lost his bearings as Vernon stepped away, and fell off his bed.
"I expect you at the breakfast table in one minute," Vernon stated shortly as he departed from the room. Harry groaned as he rubbed tender spot swelling on the side of his head. 'Great. Now I have yet another lump on the side of my head. Though, this one isn't made of hair.' He shook his head, as if to shake the randomness out of his thoughts, and got up, wobbling a bit.
He shrugged on the cloths that he had worn years before because they actually almost fit him. Dudley's size was really beginning to be a source of annoyance from Harry. A source of amusement, too. It takes Harry great control not to burst out laughing every time he sees his cousin, who had now reached the point of being wider than he was tall, wobbling past.
Harry caught the smell of frying bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. His stomach rumbled as he walked in, seating himself at the table in his usual place: in the corner of the room as far away from his relatives as he could get.
"In case you have forgotten, there will be an exchange student coming today."
"I know," Harry snapped moodily. There was a good reason he had had a hard time waking up this morning: the Potion's essay. Harry absentmindedly sighed in despair as he thought of the arduous essay. He had spent hours and hours studying and taking notes until he finally realized that he was reading the fifth year assignment instead of the fourth. And he couldn't even use the essay he had written for next year because Snape changed the assignments yearly.
His thoughts were interrupted by the annoying BUZZZZ of the doorbell 'Why can't we own one of those cute little tinkling doorbells?' he thought, annoyed, as All three of the other occupants of the room jumped up and rushed to the door. Harry got up and trudged along behind them. He was suspicious of any visitor invited by the Dursleys.
"Hi! You're the Dursleys, no?" The girl at the door said, a strange accent lacing her speech. She had long silvery hair flooded with blue-green. Her skin was olive, and her eyes a strange shade of blue-green. She was wearing a black tank-top, which didn't quite meet her deep green cargo pants at her hips, the cargos' frayed edges touching the ground behind her booted feet.
The fat guy with a bushy mustache stared at her clothing in distaste for a couple of moments. He finally realized that she had asked a question and, stuttering a bit, said, "Yes. What do you want?"
"Umm. I'm the exchange student you offered to take in. You know... the one from America? My name's Cat," She said, starting to shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other as a fat boy stared at her from behind the doorway and a thin, shrewd looking woman glared at her muddy boots. 'What is *wrong* with these people?' Cat thought impatiently, 'this damned trunk weighs a ton!'
"Oh!" Vernon exclaimed, finally getting the idea through his thick skull, "Come in, come in!"
Cat walked in, looking at her new surroundings. The Dursleys seemed to have a VERY bad taste when it comes to interior design. She unconsciously wrinkled her nose at the thousands of pictures of what looked like a pig wearing a hat. She looked at Dudley and thought, 'My god, he STILL looks like a pig!'
"I'm Mr. Dursley, this is Mrs. Dursley, and this is Duddley."
'DUDLEY?! What kind of a name is that?!' Cat thought. She turned around to face the kitchen, expecting to see a bed for Dudley, who probably spends his entire day there, but instead saw a relatively thin, short boy with black hair, green eyes, and glasses.
"Who's he?" Cat asked.
"Oh. Him." Mr. Dursley said, obviously hating the kid, "That's Harry. Petunia's nephew."
Cat gathered that Petunia was probably Mr. Dursley's wife, smiled at Harry, and said, "Hi, Harry! What's up?"
Harry suppressed the urge to strangle her accent out of her and said, "Hi."
Before she could continue the slightly one-sided conversation, Mrs. and Mr. Dursley herded her up the stairs to her new room, throwing her trunk at Harry to drag along behind them as best he could.
A.N. I'm verry sorry that this chap is so short! I'll make the next one longer. It's just. I really want to update this while I still can. ^,^