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Dumbledore was dead. So was Ron Weasly. There had been a terrible flood at Hogwarts and they had died holding hands, tragicly!!! So, at their funeral, Hagrid stood looking very sad. He had shaved and was now very good looking! Hermoine noticed. She went to talk to him and give him a complement but she met Harry on the way. He had a funeral present for Hermoine.
"Here Hermoine. I got you a funeral present."
"Oh, thank you Harry. What is it?" she had to opened the paper to see. It was an invitation! To a baby party.
"I wanted to invite you to come with me. I got tickets."
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! How are you?"
"I have been really really good. Things are starting to look up now that I got contacts. But they're hard to put in. with. you know, my finger." Hermoine nodded solmnley and felt sorry for Harry. It had only been a short time ago that he had battled Draco Malfoy, who had set the horrible rotting disease on his finger with a curse. The finger had wasted away, and now a wooden one took its place. Hermoine knew how self-consious he was about his finger, so she reached out a stroked it to reassure him. It was smooth to her touch, and warmer than she had expected.
"So can you come?" he asked
"Yeah. Pick me up at two." She replied. They smiled at eachother one last time and left.
When Harry came to pick her up, he looked concerned. Hermoine straddled his broomstick, and thew flew into the evening sky. "Isnt' the sunset beautiful?" asked Hermoine from her position. "Yes sir." Said Harry, but his breath came hard and he wasn't smiling. "I wan't you to read this he said." And he handed her a crumpled, worn piece of paper with his distinctive four-finger writing on it. It looked like a child's. "Harry, are you sure?" "Yes. I have to get my feelings out." It read: I pulpize in the dark. Where am I? Where is my mush? hard. Phantoms make crusts in the night. I am alone. I float like bill blinton. Hermoine frowned at the confusing script. "Harry. It's beautiful. But so hard. I don't think I'll ever understand you." "Hermoine, if anyone could be my mother I wish it was you." They flew off into the darkening night, like eucilyptis scent on the wind. CHAPTER TWO: the party
Harry and Hermoine showed up to the party early on Muggle Street, where Harry's Dursleys lived. It was surprising they had invited him, but he had actually forged their handwriting so that he could go. He had also drawn the tickets himself! Hermoine noticed. His four-fingered script. The door opened to the bright and cheery home; Dudly came out to give Harry a hug once Harry showed him the tickets. The Dursley's were fooled. Mrs. Petunia came to the door, her belly swollen in pregnancy. "We're so glad you could come Harry. I was surprised that you had an invitation." "Congratulations!" Said Harry, who was surprised. They went inside where all the other party people were. A big banner above the dinner table read THE DURSELY'S PLACENTA PARTY. At first, Harry felt alone and awkward. Especially because he didn't know what a placenta was. He wished someone were there who could tell him. But he looked around and found he recognized no one. Soon the other guests started to dance. But soon, the Dursleys came out with their placenta on crackers, and they feasted.
Harry was appalled!!! The placenta looked worse than their usual cooking! But when it was his turn he allowed it to be placed inside his mouth like a communion wafer. Instead of the body of Christ, he was eating the body of his Aunt, though. It was tangy and warm. At first he wanted to be sick, but then he felt empowered and invigorated! He knew that he would feel this way forever.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Harry had enjoyed the party, but it was getting late. He hopped onto his broomstick and sailed home on the warm golden breeze. The sun and sky seemed to be smiling at him alone! And he hardly felt the pain in his finger at all.
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Dumbledore was dead. So was Ron Weasly. There had been a terrible flood at Hogwarts and they had died holding hands, tragicly!!! So, at their funeral, Hagrid stood looking very sad. He had shaved and was now very good looking! Hermoine noticed. She went to talk to him and give him a complement but she met Harry on the way. He had a funeral present for Hermoine.
"Here Hermoine. I got you a funeral present."
"Oh, thank you Harry. What is it?" she had to opened the paper to see. It was an invitation! To a baby party.
"I wanted to invite you to come with me. I got tickets."
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! How are you?"
"I have been really really good. Things are starting to look up now that I got contacts. But they're hard to put in. with. you know, my finger." Hermoine nodded solmnley and felt sorry for Harry. It had only been a short time ago that he had battled Draco Malfoy, who had set the horrible rotting disease on his finger with a curse. The finger had wasted away, and now a wooden one took its place. Hermoine knew how self-consious he was about his finger, so she reached out a stroked it to reassure him. It was smooth to her touch, and warmer than she had expected.
"So can you come?" he asked
"Yeah. Pick me up at two." She replied. They smiled at eachother one last time and left.
When Harry came to pick her up, he looked concerned. Hermoine straddled his broomstick, and thew flew into the evening sky. "Isnt' the sunset beautiful?" asked Hermoine from her position. "Yes sir." Said Harry, but his breath came hard and he wasn't smiling. "I wan't you to read this he said." And he handed her a crumpled, worn piece of paper with his distinctive four-finger writing on it. It looked like a child's. "Harry, are you sure?" "Yes. I have to get my feelings out." It read: I pulpize in the dark. Where am I? Where is my mush? hard. Phantoms make crusts in the night. I am alone. I float like bill blinton. Hermoine frowned at the confusing script. "Harry. It's beautiful. But so hard. I don't think I'll ever understand you." "Hermoine, if anyone could be my mother I wish it was you." They flew off into the darkening night, like eucilyptis scent on the wind. CHAPTER TWO: the party
Harry and Hermoine showed up to the party early on Muggle Street, where Harry's Dursleys lived. It was surprising they had invited him, but he had actually forged their handwriting so that he could go. He had also drawn the tickets himself! Hermoine noticed. His four-fingered script. The door opened to the bright and cheery home; Dudly came out to give Harry a hug once Harry showed him the tickets. The Dursley's were fooled. Mrs. Petunia came to the door, her belly swollen in pregnancy. "We're so glad you could come Harry. I was surprised that you had an invitation." "Congratulations!" Said Harry, who was surprised. They went inside where all the other party people were. A big banner above the dinner table read THE DURSELY'S PLACENTA PARTY. At first, Harry felt alone and awkward. Especially because he didn't know what a placenta was. He wished someone were there who could tell him. But he looked around and found he recognized no one. Soon the other guests started to dance. But soon, the Dursleys came out with their placenta on crackers, and they feasted.
Harry was appalled!!! The placenta looked worse than their usual cooking! But when it was his turn he allowed it to be placed inside his mouth like a communion wafer. Instead of the body of Christ, he was eating the body of his Aunt, though. It was tangy and warm. At first he wanted to be sick, but then he felt empowered and invigorated! He knew that he would feel this way forever.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Harry had enjoyed the party, but it was getting late. He hopped onto his broomstick and sailed home on the warm golden breeze. The sun and sky seemed to be smiling at him alone! And he hardly felt the pain in his finger at all.
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