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HELLO, MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELIES!
I'm sad that I have to do this AGAIN but: Did you know that JK Rowling gives AWARDS to fanfiction sites? I did. And, before I must, yet again, defend my story, I have some excerpts from a couple articles for y'all:
1.) JK ROWLING has given the go-ahead to copycat writers posting "fan fiction" sequels to Harry Potter on the internet.
The author will not take legal action against American George Lippert, 37, who wrote a sequel to the wizard's adventures on his website.
Rowling's decision is expected to cause a surge in the number of unauthorised tales by fans.
Her lawyers confirmed the author would be happy for spin-offs to be published online, provided it was made clear she was not involved and the publications were not sold.
She also requested that the follow-ups do not contain any racism or pornography.
2.) The author of the beloved Harry Potter series takes a more amenable view to fan-fiction, and though she has the same commercial issues as other authors, she's basically given it her blessing. Sheseems to be most concerned that any Potter fan-fiction remain PG-rated. According to an official statement from her agent, "she is very flattered by the fact there is such great interest in her Harry Potter series and that people take the time to write their own stories. Her concern would be to make sure that it remains a non-commercial activity to ensure fans are not exploited and it is not being published in the strict sense of traditional print publishing… The books may be getting older, but they are still aimed at young children. If young children were to stumble on Harry Potter in a an X-rated story, that would be a problem."
3.) Rowling has backed fan fiction stories on the Internet, stories written by fans that involve Harry Potter or other characters in the books
Now, as you can see, Rowling would not mind my story. Especially since I aim to 'keep it clean.' I don't swear, I don't write anything explicit, I do a proper disclaimer. I think that means, according to the lovely woman who gave us this world, that my story is perfectly legal, and she might actually enjoy this.
Furthermore: If I get another guest review telling me my story will be reported/taken down, I will not allow any guest reviews unless I've approved them. Gotta love that little feature.
Next, I turn to you, Schurmann : I'm going to respond to you personally.
First, yes, I am aware that stories like this have been done before. Yes I am aware that it's not very original. However, I write fanfiction because when I'm stuck on MY book, my friends request these from me. Like one of my best friends who used to hate being a girl, because we got romances and princesses while guys got action, adventure, and superheroes. I conspired with a group of my friends and we came up with this. I'm only three, now four, chapters in, and she's a lot happier. One awesome female action hero.
Secondly, I don't appreciate this story being called tripe. I also don't appreciate being told I am sorely lacking in talent. See, it's funny, because no one else seems to think so. In fact, I have yet to receive any complaints on my writing except for slow updates, a cliffy, and the contents of this story, i.e., the reading bit. If I am lacking in talent, then you must be worse for you to feel the need to insult me so. It wounds me, it truly does. I'm going to die of a broken heart because you shattered my dreams.
Yeah, sure.
If you actually READ the story, maybe you'd see it isn't as unoriginal as you think.
Plus, I have 8 stories under my name on this site, and 8 more on the way in the challenge series I'm working on. By all means, insult me if you will, because I know something you don't: It doesn't really matter. Because yeah, I don't like mindless bullying, and no, I won't stand for it, and I won't lie down and take it, but hey one insult pointed at me is one less insult thrown at somebody else. Neat, huh? Like I said, report me, insult me, I don't care, but don't think I will lie down and take it. I'm being nice for now because you didn't Punk, you Rebeled Up and gave me a name, and for that, I thank you.
PS: You can't see her on that list, because she APPROVES of DECENT fanfiction. She doesn't NOT APPROVE. Sooooooo, tell Rowling if you want, maybe she'll sue me! I'll get to meet her anyhow. That'd be great. Now, do me a favor, and keep your drivel OFF my story. Thanks.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT, AND KEEP YOUR 'MOUTH' SHUT.
To the rest of you, the one's who actually enjoy fanfictions, I love you all, and I apologize for the above, and as much as I hate doing this, I must say this: I love CONSRUCTIVE CRITCISM, however, insults and nasty comments will be used to blast the sender instead. I give you fair warning, I am a MASTER at mind games, and screwing with people's heads. I've had people THANK me for insulting them/setting them straight. I will not refute so kindly again. I can and will get worse. if I must. I don't appreciate meanness. And BTW's I'll do the same for other authors if they want or if I feel the need. DO NOT THREATEN ME AGAIN UNLESS YOU"RE WILLING TO FOLLOW THROUGH.
Rebel up, don't punk out.
Now, just to make sure the slower people understand: I DON'T OWN A THING, I DON'T CLAIM TO, I NEVER HAVE, I'M NOT GOING AGAINST MISS ROWLING'S WISHES, I'M ACTUALLY COMPLYING WITH HER BASE FANFICTION CRITERIA.
Typed this up with the last chapter, was going to post it later, but I figured I had to respond, but the next chapter is going to be a little while, sorry. Like I said, I have problems typing.
AN: Just so your warned, if you didn't gather from the summary, there will be lots of changes to the books. Most of it will be exact, but I reserve the right to play with it as much as I want. I understand some of it may seem unrealistic, but hey it's fan-FICTION, it doesn't have to be completely realistic. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind.-Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free
Previously:
"It's called apparition, Potter," sneered Malfoy.
"Well, there was no way for me to know that back then, now was there, Malfoy," Hari snarked back. She grinned as she saw her watch. 5...4...3...2...1... BOOM! Peeves burst into the Great Hall on her skateboard just as an entire skate park popped into existence, causing all the students to shriek and flee to the head table, the only safe place. All who knew what was going on, and/or found it hysterical followed suite so as not to get blamed. She took advantage of the commotion to slip five vials into certain people's drinks. McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, and Dumbledore. She tossed the one's she'd made with her chemistry set to the floor, where Peeves smashed them, setting of chemical reactions that sparked, flashed, flamed, boomed, smoked, sparkled, and screamed.
Colored smoke sparkled and filled the air, and Hari took advantage and cast spells on random people that only the spelled or caster could remove, and only if they knew how, otherwise they would eventually fade after a while. Peeves opened the door wide, and the enchanted suits of armor burst in, walking up to Umbridge. "What ho lads, what beastie be this?"
"I know what beastie it be, it be a toad!"
"A toad! What ho!" They mocked a sword fight with her, and subtly splashed her with potions she'd secreted into their hands. In seconds, they were turning to march out, and Umbridge was a large pink toad, with an actual fly sitting on her head.
CH: 4
Hari scooped Umbridge up and put her in an enchanted box, gave it a shake, and tossed it to Peeves, who proceeded to poke her with a stick. Not hard enough to cause any damage, but enough that she felt it and hopped around the box. When he got bored, he snapped his fingers and activated the spell on the vanishing cabinet. He then tossed the box in. The skateboard and the skate park vanished at a snap of her fingers, and she hid behind Neville. By then, the pandemonium was calming down. Most people were unaware that they'd been spelled, but they would find that out later. Dumbledore took a long drink from his cup, and the effects were instantaneous; his robes turned solid black and hung drearily, he sported a mustache that stuck out a foot form either side of his face and curled like captain Hook's, while his beard vanished, his hair turned into a three foot mohawk, and his skin turned purple. Now silence truly did reign as they all stared at their headmaster. The heads of houses picked up their cups and drank, as the professors' cups usually had calming potion in them as well as drink, and they had a feeling they were going to need it. They had no idea what they were in for.
The ingestion of the potions was also the catalyst for the spells she'd been busy layering over them for the last week. (She'd been planning for a while.)
Flitwick grew three feet, making him a solid 6'5'', (that was permanent unless he asked to be short again) his hair stood on end like Einstein's and turned a bright, florescent blue. His robes were striped with blue as well, and his skin now sported what looked like large, shiny, bronze freckles.
Sprout's hair sported high-lighter yellow streaks, and it now reached the floor. Her hair contrasted with her bumble-bee robes, and new black 'tattoos.'
McGonagall had an emerald green spot over her left eye, with silver freckles all over it, a bright, shiny, gold skin tone, bright red hair, and red robes with gold accents.
Snape's skin was now a bright pink, which clashed horrible with his radioactive green robes with the Gryffindor sleeves, and his new rainbow hair. He had a big, thick, silver stripe running down his left side, starting on his forehead, running down his cheek and neck, then spiraling down and then up his arm, where it would go all squiggly down his side, and wind around his leg, and ending at his toes.
The students stared at their teachers in shock. A barking laugh split the silence as Sirius hit the floor laughing. One by one the students gave in to the hilarity of the situation, and fell to the floor laughing. The noise was so great that anyone outside the castle on the grounds might've thought a bomb had gone off. The professors stared at them in confusion before glancing at each other, only to conjure up mirrors in horror. All but five of them sighed in relief as they saw their reflections. Said five gaped at their reflections. Snape started gagging. As one, all five of them yelled, "BLACK! LUPIN!"
"WASN'T US! WE SWEAR!" They knew that was true, because the Marauders always owned up to what they did. Sooooooo...
"WEASLEYS! JORDAN!"
"NOT US!" They, too, took pride in what they did.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" The room fell silent as they all waited for a response. Hari and Neville stood up and bowed cheerfully, laughing hard enough that he was leaning on him for support, and he was clutching the wall. They all gasped. The twins and Lee and Sirius and Lupin scrambled over to them. The younger three threw themselves at their feet dramatically, kneeling and bowing, arms out, flat against the floor, and chanted "WE'RE NOT WORTHY, WE'RE NOT WORTHY," over and over. The older two snatched Hari into a bone-crushing hug, screaming,"THAT'S OUR GIRL!" When they released her, they snatched up Neville in another bone-crushing hug screaming, "ATTA BOY!"
"Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, if you are quite done?" McGonagall sounded stern, but Hari could see her trying hard not to smile. "Miss Potter, Mister Longbottom, what do you have to say for yourselves?"
They turned to each other and held a whispered conversation before nodding and turning back to face them.
"Well Professor," Hari drawled out with an impish grin, "All we can really say is..." Ron and Hermione stood up on either side of them, resembling the Marauders so strongly, it was downright scary. They all said in unison, "Rebel. Up."
The teachers looked startled. Since Hari's first year, a group called the Renegades had run rampant, they were as bad as, and sometimes worse than, the Marauders. The only way to know when it was their doing was by the words 'Rebel Up' usually found nearby.
"Remus and Sirius were sniffling and wiping away 'tears' of pride.
"Oh, grow up, Black," Snape snapped.
"Why don't you make me?" Sirius bit back, stepping closer to where the man stood.
"Why don't I? That's a great idea." Snape pulled out his wand, prompting Sirius to do the same, and they lunged at each other. Remus stepped between them.
"Calm. Down." Someone whistled in the far corner, and everyone could hear them mutter, "Talk about tension."
The two men instantly scrambled to opposite sides of the room, protesting vehemently, and 'gagging'. Hari just laughed.
"She's finally lost it," Hermione said sadly, shaking his head.
"What are you on about? She never had it in the first place," Ron scoffed. This was met with the general agreement of her year-mates.
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.
