Kaira-chan: Hey, this is my ficcy on Snape's Childhood ^-^
Dark Kaira: What is it with you and people's childhoods?
Kaira-chan: I...do not know .
Pharaoh Yami: . Then can you stop with mine?
Kaira-chan: What are you doing here?
Pharaoh Yami: Musing?
Kaira-chan: Wrong fandom...
Yami: Why are you writing so many non-YGO fic's all the sudden?
Kaira-chan: *Shrugs*
Yami: So whose your character-from-the-show/book-muse going to be?
Fred: Me ^-^ Here, have some of this mate *Gives him some candy*
Yami: Thank ^_^ *Eats it and smiles* *Teeth are green*
Fred, Dark Kaira, Kaira-chan and Pharaoh Yami burst out laughing*
Yami: What? What happened?
Fred: Kaira-chan *Laughs* doesn't own *Laughs* Harry Potter.
Yami: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG?
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"Mommy! Can we go out for Tarantula Ice Cream?" Asked a little boy hopefully.
"Not right now honey," Said his mother, holding her head in her hand.
"OK Mommy," Said the little boy, his little face falling. She handed him a pouch full of money. "Go get mommy some headache medicine please honey."
"Can I get some Tarantula Ice Cream, or Chocolate Frogs, or Every flavor beans?" He asked hopefully.
"If there's enough left," She sighed, waving him away.
"Thank you mommy!" He cried happily as he ran out the door.
He through the streets, waving to people as he passed. Some of them waved back, but most ignored him. He ran into a store.
"Hello Mr. Mufagle. Can I have some headache medicine please?" He asked innocently.
"It's Mudagle. Yeah, that will be 3 Gallons," The man, Mr. Mudagle, said, brining down a bottle of green liquid.
The little boy looked into his pouch. "Three gallons? Isn't that alittle a lot?" He asked, looking into the bag. Three gallons lay in the bottom of it.
"Take it our leave it Serveus," Mr. Mudagle growled.
"OK," He said, handing over the money, then putting the jar in the bottom of the bag. He sighed and looked longingly at the bag before turning around.
"Wait a minute Serveus," Mr. Mudagle sighed. "What do you want?"
Serveus looked at him. "Nothing. I don't have enough money for anything," Serveus sighed.
Mr. Mudagle sighed. "You're going to be the end of me kiddo. Pick out something for yourself. It's on the house."
Serveus' eyes lit up. "Really?" He asked, as if it were some sort of joke. Mr. Mudagle smiled and nodded. "Thank you!" Serveus exclaimed.
A few minutes later, he returned home with the bag in one hand, and a ice cream cone in the other. He licked the ice cream joyful, waving as best he could with the hand holding the bag. Once again, most everyone ignored him, yet he carried on as though they weren't.
"Mommy! I got you headache medicine," He said happily as he walked through the door, silently slurping up the melting ice cream.
As he walked in the door, a man stared at him icily. "What do you have there?" The man asked coldly.
Serveus looked up at him, his innocent eyes betraying a hint of fear. "M-mommy's headache medicine?" He said, holding up the bag.
"No, in your other hand," The man snapped.
"Um...Tarantula Ice Cream?" He said uneasily, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Did I give you permission to have Tarantula Ice Cream?" The man asked, his voice pleasant in a dangerous sort of way, therefore making it not pleasant in the least.
"M-Mommy said I could have some if I had money left over from her headache medicine..." Serveus said, his voice getting tinier with each word.
"Oh. Mommy said..." The man began to turn away. "Mommy said..." He turned around viciously and slapped Serveus, making him drop the ice cream, yet the small boy held onto the medicine tightly.
He looked on in distress as his ice cream fell to the floor, the ice cream hit the ground first.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," Serveus said, blinking back tears.
"Sorry? Sorry!? Sorry didn't stop you from going out and getting some damned ice cream without my permission, now did it? You could have used that money for something else, something we need!" Serveus' father screamed, hitting Serveus again. This time he went plowing into the wall. Serveus held his arm tightly with his other one, yet still held in his tears.
He sniffed. "But, I got it for free..." He said quietly. As soon as he saw his fathers expression change, he knew he just made things worse. He sunk to the floor and curled up into a ball, in a desperate attempt to make himself smaller.
He hoped to disappear.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO TAKE CHARITY FROM STRANGERS?!" His father screamed, and Serveus sensed him pulling back his leg to kick the poor little thing.
He heard the foot connect with something, but it wasn't him. He opened an eye, and brought the arms that were shielding his head to his side.
His mom lay in front of him, wincing in pain. "Mommy!" Serveus cried.
His mother smiled weakly at him. "Go out honey, go have a little bit of fun for a while, OK?" She said, horsily.
Serveus looked at her, but he had been through the drill too much already to protest. He simply nodded, and ran to the door. As his hand touched the doorknob he turned around to his mother.
"Be careful, OK?" He asked. When she nodded, he opened the door and ran out of it, careful to close it behind him. Even with the door closed, he could still hear their screams and curses flung around inside. He ran, still not letting his tears fall. If he let them fall, he would be weak. Only weak people cried, and his father didn't like weak people...
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Kaira-chan: Their's chapter one done, finally.
Dark Kaira: Finally is right. Geez Kaira.
Kaira-chan: Oh shut up you...*Blinks and laughs*
Dark Kaira: What is it?
Kaira-chan: You're hair!
Dark Kaira: What? What about my hair?
Kaira-chan: You're hair! It's blue! *Bursts out laughing*
Fred: *Also laughing*
Dark Kaira: ...FRED!! *Pulls flower out of hair and her hair turns black again
Fred: *Blinks and stops laughing* Oh crap...*Runs* PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
