Title: "I'm Harry...just Harry."
Rated: M
Summary: I'm Harry Potter; or at least I'm pretending to be, after all this is just a dream…right?
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Characters: Harry Potter
Author Note: I just thought about this while I was working out the next chapter for Another Time (Star Trek 2009), and I just thought for a moment what I would do in her shoes whilst looking at my HP&tSS book.
A/N: when did we stop reviewing the stories we read? I got 45 hits and only Missus Fat has reviewed and put alerts out! Am I doing something wrong? Send me some flames or something plz?
Disclaimer: I do not Own anything that is recognizable, only my mind because that is not recognizable.
Chapter Two: The Boy who Lived to get Grounded
RECAP: I'm not going to bore you with the details of how I ended up in Harry bloody Potters bloody body, 'cause honestly I don't know how it happened. I managed to make breakfast for the Dursley's, get the mail, though I couldn't hide my **cough**harry's**cough** Hogwarts letter, sorta kinda maybe did threaten the Dursleys and wasn't allowed to go to the zoo. Guess I won't be talking to snake's today, eh?
You know, I don't know how Harry remained sane after being locked up in a Closet filled with spiders. Seriously being Sirus here, I freaked about a minute after I heard the car pullaway from the driveway and saw that huge hairy spider right by my socked foot. Harry's socked foot. Who cares whose foot it is there was a bloody spider within bloody a hundred feet of me and I can't stand spiders being that close. So, yeah, my back collided with the shelf behind me, knocked over Col. Mustard, and proceeded to snatch up the shoe jammed between the door and the cot and beat the living H E double hockey stickes out of the effing eight legged freaks. After my tantrum was over and the arachnids got my telepathic message that they weren't loved today and should hide under the bed until they were.
How many letters would it take before I got moved into Dudley's old room, and would I be able to stand a whole two months with the Dursley's before the Term started in September? How did Harry do it, how had he not become Hermoine, Heck I was going to become Hermoine! Now that I think about it I wonder what Hermoine looked like, This Harry was no Daniel Radcliff, this Harry was way cuter and really did have green eyes; so did that mean that the real Hermoine was no Emma Watson?
Oh no, did that also mean...that by default, my favorite character Severus Snape, wouldn't look as half attractive as Allen Rickman?
Since I realised I had all day to think about this, since I'm grounded, in fact I probably had a whole two months. I have decided to take this dream in stride, I've decided also that its one of those dreams you have where everything takes place within seconds on the outside but hours on the inside; like in the movie Inception. But the movie and book in question I had to think about was Harry Potter...What would I do? I know what Harry would do, he'd been a little kid promised his own amusement park with all the icecream he could want. He'd been enamored by the rides, the magic, the attetion, but he had also hated all of it because he couldn't enjoy it like a normal teenager and besides underneathe all that fantasy you had to remember it was a school and school sucks all the fun out of things.
So after a billion letters come Harry's way and the Dursley's go on their mini-vacation and Hagrid shows up...I frown and I bet I turned a little green, I hate hieghts and without a doubt Hagrid had picked Harry up with Sirius' Motorcycle. Worse yet to come, Quiditch. There was no way I was jumping onto a broom and zooming high above a football field, nor did I want to be chased or hit by Bludgers-not to forget the one Dobby or possibly Ginny tampered with in Harry's second year.
This was My Plan:
Step One) show No absolutely NO skill in Quiditch.
Step Two) learn how to play Wizards Chess.
Step Three) try not to act suspicious.
Step Four) try not to Fawn over other characters or burst into random tears because I know they will die later before they can have their happy ending because JK played with her homicidal tendincies.
I looked at the list I had scribbled on the back of a crumpled paper that had been drawn on, the drawing vaguely resembled a childs scribbling of a cloud.