Hey! Now I thought to myself, write an essay about Carol Ann Duffy's poems
Close and Adultery or write the next chapter of this story. Guess what I
decided to do ^__^
What else have I to say??? Not a lot at the moment.
Disclaimer: ummm, well I think I'm at a loss for words, it would help if I knew where I last had my brain, but ah well, I DO NOT ON THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER! Glad we got that sorted out.
Now onto the story!
Wait, I've remembered what I was going to say, If anyone speaks Latin, sorry! I know my grammars terrible, but I've never even had a lesson in it. Just so you know, all the spells that I come out with are Latin words put together in the hope that they mean something similar to what is actually happening to the person.
.:: Chapter Ten ::.
The four Dursley's, Harry and Draco were clustered around the breakfast table when Harry noticed his cousins horrified expression. Turning around he saw the object of his cousin's horror. Harry got up making the others turn to see where he was going.
Draco noticing Dudley's face said, "S'ok, only owl post,"
"Owl Post?" Marge repeated blankly.
"Yeah it's the normal way for wizard's to communicate," Draco tried to explain.
"The wizard version of the postal system Aunt Marge," Harry expanded. As Harry opened the parcel that had been delivered, he frowned.
"What?" Draco asked seeing the expression.
"The Daily Prophet." Harry said.
"The whaty what?" Vernon asked in confusion.
"Wizard newspaper," Draco said sideways. "What's wrong with receiving it?"
"I'm not a subscriber and if got last night's antics on it so even if Ron sent it to me, he would have used Errol or Hermes and would had had to send it during the fight and he would of sent a note along with it."
"Oh, I see," Draco muttered slowly. "Any ideas on how might have sent it to us?"
"No, the only person I would have said would have been that King reporter guy, but the only way for him to know where to send the story would be for him to have followed us."
"But Harry that's impossible, we were wearing our cloaks." Draco reasoned.
"I know." Harry replied.
"Reckon someone figured it's us?"
"No, it's too soon for anyone to very have a lot of evidence to point the finger at anyone. Besides, I'm the golden boy, I should technically know not to go after a bunch of Death Eaters just to save two innocent kids. And everyone thinks that you're like your father and he will think that you had enough of the beating you received last time for interfering in their business." Harry said.
"Maybe someone is sending copies out to everyone who thinks it could be. Or someone in this neighbourhood is a wizard." Draco thought out loud. Harry looked at him sceptically while he carried on, "Or maybe Dumbledore wants you to become aware of all the wizarding activities and so subscribed for you."
"Or maybe there are just two boys with overactive imaginations without thought for logical and simple explanations." A new voice joined the conversation.
Draco turned to the Dursley's, "This is Merlin, the one we were telling you about last night." Draco pointed at a familiar shadow that had just appeared.
Harry greeted the wise-old man in his normal way, "Hey Shadow Thing!"
"Harry James Potter! How many times must I tell you not to call me Shadow Thing!" The black shadow said exasperated.
Harry shrugged and Draco grinned, "Sorry Shadow Thing, Harry has a very short-term memory."
"Draco Cesario Malfoy! You are becoming just as bad as him." Draco scowled at the sound of his full name and scowled even more when he heard quiet snickers from Dudley and full laughter from Harry. He stalked over to where Harry stood and grab his shoulder.
"It's not funny."
"I know, but it's your face." Harry gasped between laughs whilst Draco scowled even more.
"Enough." Merlin said loudly. He turned to the muggles and said, "As Draco said, I am known as Merlin however my charges always seem fit to call me Shadow Thing. I must confuse my sorrow for you as you have to put up with these two," He waved a hand at the two underage wizards.
"Hey! I resent that!" Harry and Draco said together.
Merlin continued as if the interruption hadn't occurred. "You may have noticed, they have a tendency to go wild with their imaginations." He turned to his young charges, "I was the one who sent you the paper, and you will receive one everyday as it seems fit that you should be up-to-date with the wizarding news." The boys nodded in understanding. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast." And with a final goodbye, the shadow was gone.
Grinning, Harry returned to his seat and said, "So what are you all up to today?"
"Well, we-we thought we'd just rest at home today," Petunia stammered at the quick appearance and disappearance of the shadow.
"What are you two going to do?" Dudley asked.
"Thought we'd go and play Quidditch on the moors." Draco said simply.
"The Moors?"
Questions flooded their ears. "Yeah, we were going to apparate to the loneliest part of the moors and have a game."
"What's it like flying?" Dudley asked.
The wizards grinned at each other and in unison said, "The best feeling in the world."
"Want to come with us?" Draco asked.
"Really? But I'm not a wizard, I can't fly or even appa-thing." Dudley protested.
"So, anyone can fly a broomstick and we can hold you while we apparate so you come with you." Harry said.
"Cool," Dudley turned to his parents, "So can I go?"
Petunia nodded whilst Vernon turned to the wizards, "You do anything to him and I'll knock you both into the next millennia. Understand?" The wizards grinned and nodded.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
"Here ya go Dudley, try out my Firebolt." Harry handed his broom to his cousin. They were currently hundreds of miles away from all civilization.
Dudley mounted the broom without too much difficulty and was able to rise a few feet the broom sank slowly back to the ground.
"Why'd it do that?" Dudley asked while the other two boys just stared at each other in amazement.
"I've no idea, it's not done that to me." Harry said as confused as much as his cousin was.
"Here, try my broom. It's a Nimbus 2001." Draco handed his broom over in the hope that would make a difference. However once again the broom sank. Harry glared at the broom and at the same time Draco frowned at it.
"Don't worry, they are functioning properly, it's just me." Dudley said downcast.
"Dudley," Draco said exasperated, "The brooms don't stop working just cos you're a muggle."
"No, I mean cos of my weight."
Draco's mouth dropped and he looked over at his boyfriend who was grinning mischievously.
*~ Harry! Stop it! It's obvious that he's not happy about it! ~* Draco spoke sternly.
*~ Actually I was thinking about how we could change him. It would go completely against what uncle Vernon said as he would be completely changed. ~* Harry replied looking over at Draco.
*~ What are you thinking? ~* Draco asked curiously.
"I know what your thinking and Harry you don't have to be mean about it. I know that I've never been the cousin I should have been to you, but I've never been completely out right laughing at you." Dudley said miserably.
"Sorry Dudley, I was grinning at the thought of uncle Vernon and what he'd do when he saw you." Harry's grin wider as he felt Draco reaction to his plan.
"Hold it Harry, Dudley may not want you to help." Draco warned.
"What?" Dudley said afraid, remembering what that giant did to him five years ago.
"Oh nothing to worry about, I was just going to cast a spell to make you thinner." Harry said as if it were a simple spell.
"Y-Y-You can do that?" Dudley looked amazed.
"Of course we can, we're wizards." Draco said.
"And very powerful ones." Harry added.
"Ok then." Dudley agreed.
Harry removed his wand from his pocket and pointed it at his cousin. "Horum redigo."
Instantly Dudley felt himself becoming slimmer. He looked down at himself and admired the work that his cousin had done just by the use of a piece of wood.
"Cool."
"Wow Harry you really have outdone yourself this time." Draco said in an admiring voice.
"Thanks love," Harry replied and leant over to kiss him lightly.
"What exactly was that?" Dudley stumbled over his words as he spoke to his cousin.
"Exactly what your mind is thinking Dudikins." Harry said with a laugh.
"Oh" Was all he said, "And, erm, how long exactly have you been gay?"
"Since yesterday." Draco grinned. "A year with your soul mate will do wonders for a relationship that isn't there."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
The three boys spent the rest of the day flying together, whether there were two people flying the same broom or an animagi in the air. About five o'clock they decided to return back to Privet Drive. Draco grinned at Harry who nodded and told his cousin where they would making a detour to. They then got ready to apparate home.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Back at Privet Drive, Vernon was reading the Evening Standard while Petunia cooked with the help of her sister-in-law in the kitchen. Kitchen appliances and newspapers were dropped as a figure appeared from thin air.
Being the first one to recover his voice, Vernon shouted at the stranger, "Who the bloody hell are you?"
So, who is the stranger? Where did Harry and Draco want to detour to? What's going to happen next? Will I ever find my brain? And will I ever stop answering stupid questions?
And the answer is NO!
Lol, remember as always to leave a review . especially if you know what I did with my brain ^_-
THANK YOUs:
Vividian ~ Hi, is this a quick enough update for you?
raven of the night ~ Hey! I explained why I hadn't updated in ages. Anyway, all great genius' need time to come up with new things. Guess I have no excuse then ^_- You also lose your brain? That's so cool, well actually it's cool that I'm not the only one with that problem. My grammar's always been terrible so I'm in the same boat as you.
Immortalis_Vespers ~ Here's your not chapter, glad you don't mind my 'romance' ^__^
And if anyone's interested, I've finished this and the essay I was supposed to do! Candy all around, o wait, you're not here. Rephrase: E-Candy all around! In case you are wondering, I do have a very bad sense of humour!
What else have I to say??? Not a lot at the moment.
Disclaimer: ummm, well I think I'm at a loss for words, it would help if I knew where I last had my brain, but ah well, I DO NOT ON THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER! Glad we got that sorted out.
Now onto the story!
Wait, I've remembered what I was going to say, If anyone speaks Latin, sorry! I know my grammars terrible, but I've never even had a lesson in it. Just so you know, all the spells that I come out with are Latin words put together in the hope that they mean something similar to what is actually happening to the person.
.:: Chapter Ten ::.
The four Dursley's, Harry and Draco were clustered around the breakfast table when Harry noticed his cousins horrified expression. Turning around he saw the object of his cousin's horror. Harry got up making the others turn to see where he was going.
Draco noticing Dudley's face said, "S'ok, only owl post,"
"Owl Post?" Marge repeated blankly.
"Yeah it's the normal way for wizard's to communicate," Draco tried to explain.
"The wizard version of the postal system Aunt Marge," Harry expanded. As Harry opened the parcel that had been delivered, he frowned.
"What?" Draco asked seeing the expression.
"The Daily Prophet." Harry said.
"The whaty what?" Vernon asked in confusion.
"Wizard newspaper," Draco said sideways. "What's wrong with receiving it?"
"I'm not a subscriber and if got last night's antics on it so even if Ron sent it to me, he would have used Errol or Hermes and would had had to send it during the fight and he would of sent a note along with it."
"Oh, I see," Draco muttered slowly. "Any ideas on how might have sent it to us?"
"No, the only person I would have said would have been that King reporter guy, but the only way for him to know where to send the story would be for him to have followed us."
"But Harry that's impossible, we were wearing our cloaks." Draco reasoned.
"I know." Harry replied.
"Reckon someone figured it's us?"
"No, it's too soon for anyone to very have a lot of evidence to point the finger at anyone. Besides, I'm the golden boy, I should technically know not to go after a bunch of Death Eaters just to save two innocent kids. And everyone thinks that you're like your father and he will think that you had enough of the beating you received last time for interfering in their business." Harry said.
"Maybe someone is sending copies out to everyone who thinks it could be. Or someone in this neighbourhood is a wizard." Draco thought out loud. Harry looked at him sceptically while he carried on, "Or maybe Dumbledore wants you to become aware of all the wizarding activities and so subscribed for you."
"Or maybe there are just two boys with overactive imaginations without thought for logical and simple explanations." A new voice joined the conversation.
Draco turned to the Dursley's, "This is Merlin, the one we were telling you about last night." Draco pointed at a familiar shadow that had just appeared.
Harry greeted the wise-old man in his normal way, "Hey Shadow Thing!"
"Harry James Potter! How many times must I tell you not to call me Shadow Thing!" The black shadow said exasperated.
Harry shrugged and Draco grinned, "Sorry Shadow Thing, Harry has a very short-term memory."
"Draco Cesario Malfoy! You are becoming just as bad as him." Draco scowled at the sound of his full name and scowled even more when he heard quiet snickers from Dudley and full laughter from Harry. He stalked over to where Harry stood and grab his shoulder.
"It's not funny."
"I know, but it's your face." Harry gasped between laughs whilst Draco scowled even more.
"Enough." Merlin said loudly. He turned to the muggles and said, "As Draco said, I am known as Merlin however my charges always seem fit to call me Shadow Thing. I must confuse my sorrow for you as you have to put up with these two," He waved a hand at the two underage wizards.
"Hey! I resent that!" Harry and Draco said together.
Merlin continued as if the interruption hadn't occurred. "You may have noticed, they have a tendency to go wild with their imaginations." He turned to his young charges, "I was the one who sent you the paper, and you will receive one everyday as it seems fit that you should be up-to-date with the wizarding news." The boys nodded in understanding. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast." And with a final goodbye, the shadow was gone.
Grinning, Harry returned to his seat and said, "So what are you all up to today?"
"Well, we-we thought we'd just rest at home today," Petunia stammered at the quick appearance and disappearance of the shadow.
"What are you two going to do?" Dudley asked.
"Thought we'd go and play Quidditch on the moors." Draco said simply.
"The Moors?"
Questions flooded their ears. "Yeah, we were going to apparate to the loneliest part of the moors and have a game."
"What's it like flying?" Dudley asked.
The wizards grinned at each other and in unison said, "The best feeling in the world."
"Want to come with us?" Draco asked.
"Really? But I'm not a wizard, I can't fly or even appa-thing." Dudley protested.
"So, anyone can fly a broomstick and we can hold you while we apparate so you come with you." Harry said.
"Cool," Dudley turned to his parents, "So can I go?"
Petunia nodded whilst Vernon turned to the wizards, "You do anything to him and I'll knock you both into the next millennia. Understand?" The wizards grinned and nodded.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
"Here ya go Dudley, try out my Firebolt." Harry handed his broom to his cousin. They were currently hundreds of miles away from all civilization.
Dudley mounted the broom without too much difficulty and was able to rise a few feet the broom sank slowly back to the ground.
"Why'd it do that?" Dudley asked while the other two boys just stared at each other in amazement.
"I've no idea, it's not done that to me." Harry said as confused as much as his cousin was.
"Here, try my broom. It's a Nimbus 2001." Draco handed his broom over in the hope that would make a difference. However once again the broom sank. Harry glared at the broom and at the same time Draco frowned at it.
"Don't worry, they are functioning properly, it's just me." Dudley said downcast.
"Dudley," Draco said exasperated, "The brooms don't stop working just cos you're a muggle."
"No, I mean cos of my weight."
Draco's mouth dropped and he looked over at his boyfriend who was grinning mischievously.
*~ Harry! Stop it! It's obvious that he's not happy about it! ~* Draco spoke sternly.
*~ Actually I was thinking about how we could change him. It would go completely against what uncle Vernon said as he would be completely changed. ~* Harry replied looking over at Draco.
*~ What are you thinking? ~* Draco asked curiously.
"I know what your thinking and Harry you don't have to be mean about it. I know that I've never been the cousin I should have been to you, but I've never been completely out right laughing at you." Dudley said miserably.
"Sorry Dudley, I was grinning at the thought of uncle Vernon and what he'd do when he saw you." Harry's grin wider as he felt Draco reaction to his plan.
"Hold it Harry, Dudley may not want you to help." Draco warned.
"What?" Dudley said afraid, remembering what that giant did to him five years ago.
"Oh nothing to worry about, I was just going to cast a spell to make you thinner." Harry said as if it were a simple spell.
"Y-Y-You can do that?" Dudley looked amazed.
"Of course we can, we're wizards." Draco said.
"And very powerful ones." Harry added.
"Ok then." Dudley agreed.
Harry removed his wand from his pocket and pointed it at his cousin. "Horum redigo."
Instantly Dudley felt himself becoming slimmer. He looked down at himself and admired the work that his cousin had done just by the use of a piece of wood.
"Cool."
"Wow Harry you really have outdone yourself this time." Draco said in an admiring voice.
"Thanks love," Harry replied and leant over to kiss him lightly.
"What exactly was that?" Dudley stumbled over his words as he spoke to his cousin.
"Exactly what your mind is thinking Dudikins." Harry said with a laugh.
"Oh" Was all he said, "And, erm, how long exactly have you been gay?"
"Since yesterday." Draco grinned. "A year with your soul mate will do wonders for a relationship that isn't there."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
The three boys spent the rest of the day flying together, whether there were two people flying the same broom or an animagi in the air. About five o'clock they decided to return back to Privet Drive. Draco grinned at Harry who nodded and told his cousin where they would making a detour to. They then got ready to apparate home.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Back at Privet Drive, Vernon was reading the Evening Standard while Petunia cooked with the help of her sister-in-law in the kitchen. Kitchen appliances and newspapers were dropped as a figure appeared from thin air.
Being the first one to recover his voice, Vernon shouted at the stranger, "Who the bloody hell are you?"
So, who is the stranger? Where did Harry and Draco want to detour to? What's going to happen next? Will I ever find my brain? And will I ever stop answering stupid questions?
And the answer is NO!
Lol, remember as always to leave a review . especially if you know what I did with my brain ^_-
THANK YOUs:
Vividian ~ Hi, is this a quick enough update for you?
raven of the night ~ Hey! I explained why I hadn't updated in ages. Anyway, all great genius' need time to come up with new things. Guess I have no excuse then ^_- You also lose your brain? That's so cool, well actually it's cool that I'm not the only one with that problem. My grammar's always been terrible so I'm in the same boat as you.
Immortalis_Vespers ~ Here's your not chapter, glad you don't mind my 'romance' ^__^
And if anyone's interested, I've finished this and the essay I was supposed to do! Candy all around, o wait, you're not here. Rephrase: E-Candy all around! In case you are wondering, I do have a very bad sense of humour!