Hi, there...*looks away sadly*
I got no review for the last chapter... *starts sobbing*
"HARRY!" the high pitched voice of Lea called.
Harry almost fell of the stairs, he was used to being ignored pretty much.
"HARRY?!" She shouted again. Harry sighed and walked down the stiars to where she, Romuze, and Charlie was standing.
"Yes?"
"Oh, there you are, dear. We have to get out family photos done! Oh, no! What are you wearing!? You have no sense of fashion! Can't you be more like Charlie?" She said in one breath.
Oh, Harry remembered, the family photos, he was still officially part of this family.
"Sorry? What should I wear?" Might as well get this over with.
"Well... just. Um...hold on." The blonde haired woman thought for a moment, then flicked her wand and Harry stood in atrocious red and gold robes. He suspected that they may have belonged to Charlie.
Seemed Charlie suspected the same thing,"Mom! Mom! That is MINE!"
Harry hated the way he called her "mom". That woman was not their mother.
"Oh, Charlie, darling don't worry we'll get you new ones!" she said immediatly.
Charlie looked like he was about to protest, but Romuze quickly cut in," Don't worry son, you have a lot, and you'll always be our favourite."
Charlie smirked.
Harry could not care less, they were NOT his parents.
"Well, come on everyone, to the sitting room. We'll take a few on the new couch I bought." Lea said.
Harry followed them to the finely decorated sitting room, where he did his best to hid in the shadows. He hated attention.
He quickly saw Xenophiluis Lovegood, it was impossible not too. He was their art director and of course was here.
"Ok, so you sit here, Charlie." Xenophiluis started, but was cut of,"Aaah! What sort of horrible colour scheme is this!"
Too the Harry the colours did not look to bad, Mostly red, green, blue an yellow with lots of gold and silver. He thought the exotic paterns looked new and beuatiful.
"I tried to mix the house colours you know." Xenophiluis said,"But I can change it back."
"Well, do so, then! We do not have all day. And one more mistake and you are fired. Got it?"
Xenophiluis nodded.
"Ugh, mixing the house colours." Lea muttered and filled Harry with resentment as he watched Xenophiluis quickly tore down his hard work.
After a few minute they finally took the photos, with Romuxe and Lea trying to hise Harry behind them.
the session was painful and Harry was well aware of how he stood out against the rest of his "family". They were all handsome and noble looking. Harry just looked kind of srcuffy, with his small stature and wild hair.
The photographers realized this and also tried to get him out of attention as much as they could. It was a painful experiance.
When they let him go Hary rushed back to his dungeon and changed the colours to shades of green and blue and red and yellow. He added gold and silver and bronze and made sure it looked as chaotic as possibible.
Ha even managed some wandless magic to mix the pain up a bit. When he was finished the place looked like a crazy, chaotic mess. And that was just how he wanted it.
He later met up wiht Luna and told her that their kingdom was now called Slytherclawdorpuff.
Luna, at first, laughed at the idea, but soon warmed up to it.
She also decided on a title for him, King Harry of Chaos. And whe Harry thought that "Lord" sounded better, she agreed and he was now called the Chaos Lord.
Luna commented on how it fit with Light Lord and Dark lord and they both thought it ws pretty funny. So, they decided that their kingdom was the third party.
Not light or dark, just complete choas.
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A year passed. Although Harry and Luna still played in their Kingdom sometimes they talked a lot more about reality. Harry realized that her life was not perfect either. H got some hints, but she never said anything, so he did not ask.
They started to dream up their future. Luna would become a Potions Master while Harry wanted to work with dragons. They would both get top marks at Hogwarts and them leave the country and buy a huge mansion.
They did not really know where they would go, but they both knew that they would always be there for each other.
They were happy, until one Harry's eleventh birthday a stern faced man in dark brown robes arrived.
The Sheys had decided to put Harry up for adoption.
*blinks tear away* Look I got a chocolate! I'll give you a piece if you review!
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