I Solemnly Swear That I'm Up To No Good
JK Rowling still owns them, and I doubt I ever will. Darn.
Prologue The Portkey
Alissa Hatfield and Lily Mattocks were two average girls. They were in mourning over a death, a most horrible untimely murder. The murder of their the man who was their absolute idol. His name was Sirius Black, of the best series in the world, Harry Potter.
They had just finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and it was safe to say that they were absolutely livid. 'We waited all of that time for that ' was the thought running through both of their heads. And to top it all off, they had to go outside and clean the bloody park for a community service project, and it was already September 1st, only a few days until they were off to 8th grade.
"Wouldn't it be great if we could just go there and prevent this mess?" Alissa asked Lily after their fuming had subsided.
"Yes, I really, really, really wish we could. And while we were there, we would actually meet all of our favorite characters, but all we can do is wish," Lily said in response to Alissa's question.
They were on their way to the park that they, and a few other schoolmates were being forced to clean. It was apparently a parent- organized mess, and trying to worm their way out of it would just make it worse.
When they arrived, the stupid New York smog was thick in the air. Alissa and Lily were assigned the happy task of cleaning up the area of the park that was the farthest away from the 'event's' overseer.
"Why do people even come this far into the park, let alone trash it?" Alissa asked. She asked a lot of questions.
"I honestly have no clue," Lily answered.
About half an hour later, when there was only about ΒΌ of the original amount of trash left, the girls stumbled upon quite an odd old newspaper.
"What does the headline say?" (you guessed it) Alissa inquired.
Both girls took a hold of the newspaper, unrolled it and were shocked speechless.
"Black Still At Large," Lily needlessly answered as both girls felt a tug behind their navels and were gone in a whirlwind of color.
JK Rowling still owns them, and I doubt I ever will. Darn.
Prologue The Portkey
Alissa Hatfield and Lily Mattocks were two average girls. They were in mourning over a death, a most horrible untimely murder. The murder of their the man who was their absolute idol. His name was Sirius Black, of the best series in the world, Harry Potter.
They had just finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and it was safe to say that they were absolutely livid. 'We waited all of that time for that ' was the thought running through both of their heads. And to top it all off, they had to go outside and clean the bloody park for a community service project, and it was already September 1st, only a few days until they were off to 8th grade.
"Wouldn't it be great if we could just go there and prevent this mess?" Alissa asked Lily after their fuming had subsided.
"Yes, I really, really, really wish we could. And while we were there, we would actually meet all of our favorite characters, but all we can do is wish," Lily said in response to Alissa's question.
They were on their way to the park that they, and a few other schoolmates were being forced to clean. It was apparently a parent- organized mess, and trying to worm their way out of it would just make it worse.
When they arrived, the stupid New York smog was thick in the air. Alissa and Lily were assigned the happy task of cleaning up the area of the park that was the farthest away from the 'event's' overseer.
"Why do people even come this far into the park, let alone trash it?" Alissa asked. She asked a lot of questions.
"I honestly have no clue," Lily answered.
About half an hour later, when there was only about ΒΌ of the original amount of trash left, the girls stumbled upon quite an odd old newspaper.
"What does the headline say?" (you guessed it) Alissa inquired.
Both girls took a hold of the newspaper, unrolled it and were shocked speechless.
"Black Still At Large," Lily needlessly answered as both girls felt a tug behind their navels and were gone in a whirlwind of color.