Cloak*and*Dagger: Ok today my mom and I were channel surfing, when we came
across an old movie that we used to watch, Drop Dead Fred. If any of you
know this movie then you rock! Anyway my mom went to CVS, and I started
watching the movie. After 10-15 minutes I was hit by a hurricane of an idea
for a new story. Yes, it is based on Drop Dead Fred, but you don't have to
have seen the movie to understand my story. If at anytime I scrap this,
then it will be because I'm not sure were it's going, but I can't get it
out of my head! So here goes nothing!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rolwing. I, also, do not own one of the main ideas of this story. That belongs to who ever created and produced Drop Dead Fred.
1 A Child's Game
Chapter1: Jack in the Box
Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledor
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Kyrie,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later that July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"I-I'm in," said an astounded Jamie Lea Kyrie. "I'm in!!!!" she yelled to know one in particular, as there weren't many people around to hear it. Jamie had always been a bit of an odd ball, but she had never really expected to be accepted, she had never thought she was magical enough. By an odd ball, I don't mean appearance. No, her appearance was as normal as 11 year olds get. Average height, ebony hair with brown highlights, and hazel eyes. By an odd ball I mean that she didn't really fit in, never had friends, or many at least. It was her personality that drove most people away. One minute she'd be laughing, then she'd be angry, and the next thing you knew she was as stoic as a rock. Most kids that age didn't want a friend that they had to figure out, so they moved on to other people. Except for one girl. Her name was Kattie Smith, and she almost never left Jamie's side. "Do you believe it Kattie?!? This is wonderful!!"
Kattie smiled at her friend's excitement. "I can't wait, either. It's going to be awesome to get away from home for that long!"
"I'm going to tell my mum the second she gets home!"
"Calm down already! How can you be so surprised? Both your parents are magical. I mean look at me, I was worried to death that I wouldn't make it since dad is muggle."
"I just never thought I was good enough, that's all," Jamie said with a shrug.
Kattie rolled her eyes, "You never think you're good enough. I want to know what happened to the arrogant, trouble making Jamie I knew when we were annoying little kids!"
"She grew up," Jamie said with a smile.
"Fine have it your way. I best be off, before mum thinks I've been killed, or worse attacked by Jehovah's Witnesses!"
Jamie laughed at her friends over used, but still rather funny, joke. "I'll see you later then, Kattie!"
"Bye."
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"Mum, guess what! I got the acceptance letter from Hogwarts today!" squealed Jamie.
"Hmmm? Oh, that's great dear," her mother said, rather uninterestedly, over the Daily Prophet.
Jamie looked at her mother, and wondered how she couldn't be excited. 'This has to be the best thing that's ever happened to me. The least she could do was pretend she was interested.' "Um…"
"Yes dear?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing, what?"
"Nothing, Mother."
"That's a good girl. Now run along, it's time for bed young lady."
Jamie, again, glanced at her mother, this time with sad, slowly blinking eyes. "Yes, Mother," she whispered as she walked up the stairs to her room. 'It isn't fair! Dad would have been happy for me!' she thought bitterly. Her father had left the house after fighting with her mum, five years ago, and she hadn't seem him since. It was times like these that she needed comfort, but no one was there. So instead she turned to her closet were she had stored all of her childhood toys. This may seem odd for two reasons, the first being that since her parents had split up she was forced to grow up too fast, and put her toys away for good when she was only 8, the second being that most people don't turn to inanimate objects when they are distraught, but she found a strange comfort in seeing her old toys, and remembering the games she used to play.
She opened the walk-in closet door, and went to the very back, where there was a small cupboard. Within this small cupboard were her oldest toys, things she probably hadn't played with since she was five. Upon opening it, most of the contense spilled out.
"OW! MY FOOT!!" she yelled in pain. When she looked down she found that she had been hit with a Jack in the Box, with tape holding it shut. She looked at it strangely for a few moments, getting the distinct impression that it was important, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. Slowly she picked it up, and turned the handle a few times, only to be rewarded with it's music box sound.
"LIGHTS OUT JAMIE!!!" her Mother yelled from downstairs.
"Yes, Mother," Jamie yelled back. She quickly put the Jack in the Box on the bay window, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed.
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Sometime around midnight, Jamie woke up to the sound of a music box. She listened intently, searching her room for the source of the sound. Her eyes fell of the Jack in the Box. The handle was turning backwards, by itself, which made the music go backwards. It was eerie music, considering it was Pop Goes the Weasel backwards, and an even eerier sight, the handle turning on its own accord.
Suddenly, from underneath the plastic lid, a tinted green light began to glow. The box began to shake violently, it should have been able to open five times over by now, but the tape was keeping it closed. "Thank God for tape! What ever it is, maybe it will get tired and will stop trying to get out. Then come morning I'll through it out, along with the rest of my old toys," she whispered frantically to herself. Almost as if what ever was inside had heard her, it began to shake even more, and the light began to shine even brighter. Jamie, being thoroughly frightened at this point, hid under her covers, willing it to stop. Then, suddenly, she heard a noise. The, oh so familiar, but most unwelcome, noise of ripping tape.
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Cloak*and*Dagger: So how is it so far????? Hehe, I'm evil. FEAR THE DREADED CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!! Please Review and I'll get the next chapter out ASAP.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rolwing. I, also, do not own one of the main ideas of this story. That belongs to who ever created and produced Drop Dead Fred.
1 A Child's Game
Chapter1: Jack in the Box
Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledor
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Kyrie,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later that July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"I-I'm in," said an astounded Jamie Lea Kyrie. "I'm in!!!!" she yelled to know one in particular, as there weren't many people around to hear it. Jamie had always been a bit of an odd ball, but she had never really expected to be accepted, she had never thought she was magical enough. By an odd ball, I don't mean appearance. No, her appearance was as normal as 11 year olds get. Average height, ebony hair with brown highlights, and hazel eyes. By an odd ball I mean that she didn't really fit in, never had friends, or many at least. It was her personality that drove most people away. One minute she'd be laughing, then she'd be angry, and the next thing you knew she was as stoic as a rock. Most kids that age didn't want a friend that they had to figure out, so they moved on to other people. Except for one girl. Her name was Kattie Smith, and she almost never left Jamie's side. "Do you believe it Kattie?!? This is wonderful!!"
Kattie smiled at her friend's excitement. "I can't wait, either. It's going to be awesome to get away from home for that long!"
"I'm going to tell my mum the second she gets home!"
"Calm down already! How can you be so surprised? Both your parents are magical. I mean look at me, I was worried to death that I wouldn't make it since dad is muggle."
"I just never thought I was good enough, that's all," Jamie said with a shrug.
Kattie rolled her eyes, "You never think you're good enough. I want to know what happened to the arrogant, trouble making Jamie I knew when we were annoying little kids!"
"She grew up," Jamie said with a smile.
"Fine have it your way. I best be off, before mum thinks I've been killed, or worse attacked by Jehovah's Witnesses!"
Jamie laughed at her friends over used, but still rather funny, joke. "I'll see you later then, Kattie!"
"Bye."
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"Mum, guess what! I got the acceptance letter from Hogwarts today!" squealed Jamie.
"Hmmm? Oh, that's great dear," her mother said, rather uninterestedly, over the Daily Prophet.
Jamie looked at her mother, and wondered how she couldn't be excited. 'This has to be the best thing that's ever happened to me. The least she could do was pretend she was interested.' "Um…"
"Yes dear?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing, what?"
"Nothing, Mother."
"That's a good girl. Now run along, it's time for bed young lady."
Jamie, again, glanced at her mother, this time with sad, slowly blinking eyes. "Yes, Mother," she whispered as she walked up the stairs to her room. 'It isn't fair! Dad would have been happy for me!' she thought bitterly. Her father had left the house after fighting with her mum, five years ago, and she hadn't seem him since. It was times like these that she needed comfort, but no one was there. So instead she turned to her closet were she had stored all of her childhood toys. This may seem odd for two reasons, the first being that since her parents had split up she was forced to grow up too fast, and put her toys away for good when she was only 8, the second being that most people don't turn to inanimate objects when they are distraught, but she found a strange comfort in seeing her old toys, and remembering the games she used to play.
She opened the walk-in closet door, and went to the very back, where there was a small cupboard. Within this small cupboard were her oldest toys, things she probably hadn't played with since she was five. Upon opening it, most of the contense spilled out.
"OW! MY FOOT!!" she yelled in pain. When she looked down she found that she had been hit with a Jack in the Box, with tape holding it shut. She looked at it strangely for a few moments, getting the distinct impression that it was important, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. Slowly she picked it up, and turned the handle a few times, only to be rewarded with it's music box sound.
"LIGHTS OUT JAMIE!!!" her Mother yelled from downstairs.
"Yes, Mother," Jamie yelled back. She quickly put the Jack in the Box on the bay window, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed.
************************************************************************
Sometime around midnight, Jamie woke up to the sound of a music box. She listened intently, searching her room for the source of the sound. Her eyes fell of the Jack in the Box. The handle was turning backwards, by itself, which made the music go backwards. It was eerie music, considering it was Pop Goes the Weasel backwards, and an even eerier sight, the handle turning on its own accord.
Suddenly, from underneath the plastic lid, a tinted green light began to glow. The box began to shake violently, it should have been able to open five times over by now, but the tape was keeping it closed. "Thank God for tape! What ever it is, maybe it will get tired and will stop trying to get out. Then come morning I'll through it out, along with the rest of my old toys," she whispered frantically to herself. Almost as if what ever was inside had heard her, it began to shake even more, and the light began to shine even brighter. Jamie, being thoroughly frightened at this point, hid under her covers, willing it to stop. Then, suddenly, she heard a noise. The, oh so familiar, but most unwelcome, noise of ripping tape.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Cloak*and*Dagger: So how is it so far????? Hehe, I'm evil. FEAR THE DREADED CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!! Please Review and I'll get the next chapter out ASAP.