The Neverending Harry Potter Story
Chapter 2: What a Girl
by lunatyme
Disclaimer: Lessee, this is a fanfiction, so why exactly would anyone think that I owned Harry Potter?
Flames (this means you, NarcissaM) will be read and giggled over
Towering over Uncle Vernon by a good 6 centimeters stood a tall young woman. Now this wasn't any normal, though highly-irritating, door-to-door salesperson. Looking down, Harry saw that the woman's feet were shod in black, knee-length boots over tight, black leather pants. She had on a lacy red shirt and a black leather jacket with a pin that read "Save the animals. Wear pleather." Her blonde hair was streaked with blue and black.
"Wha-what do you want?" spluttered Uncle Vernon.
"Is there a Harry Potter residing in this domicile?" inquired the woman in an amused tone.
"What's it to you?" spat Harry's uncle thinking that the wretched boy had better not have caused any trouble.
"I would appreciate it if you cooperated with me," she answered, "but it is not necessary. I have my ways should you not." Then her blue eyes flicked up to the stairs down which Harry had been cautiously creeping. "Ah, Harry, long time no see."
"Umm. Excuse me, but do I know you?" replied the green-eyed boy nervously.
"Oh, yes, you probably don't remember me," she exclaimed, "after all, you were less than a year old the last time we saw each other." Uncle Vernon was still standing there, red-faced when she turned to him. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"You're, you're one of those freaks, aren't you? Well, we don't stand for your kind around here so go away and never come back!" and with that Uncle Vernon slammed the door in the still unnamed woman's face. Then he turned to Harry and said, "What do you think you're doing, bringing some of those people to a respectable house like ours? You know what this means, don't you? No lunch for you! I want that garden weeded before your lovely aunt goes to the beauty parlor." Just then, there was another knock at the door. He threw it open, ready to renew his tirade.
"I thought I told you to go..." Uncle Vernon never saw what hit him.
"Whoa!" was all Harry could say. The woman looked up and grinned, lowering her arm.
"Never mess with someone who's seen 'Ali.' Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"
A few moments later in Harry's room she finally introduced herself. And now the moment you've all been waiting for...drum roll please...
"Well, Harry, you're probably wondering who I am and how I know you. My name is Taryn Keller. As I said, I knew you when you were very young. I lived next door to you and your parents in Godric's Hollow. Lily and James, your parents of course, were great fun and you were such a sweet baby! Sometimes they let me babysit you if they had to go away. Let's see, I was about 13 or 14 back then. I was an only child, you see, so I liked to think of you as the baby brother I never had. Your parents encouraged me. They were so nice."
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Author's Note
hey there (ducks all the rotten fruit being thrown) Ahh! I'm sorry! I'm not as good as Odd Spirit D: '_; hee hee emoticons. anyway... sorry for the long delay, i was sick. So here's the 2nd chapter of this round robin story. Oh, another apology to anyone if they have the same title as this story, but i really didn't know there was anyone with the same one. Umm...well, no cliffie, thanks for the reviews, Odd feels special, Is Taryn a witch? well, that's up to the next author. hmm. i guess that's all, so bye? heh
Chapter 2: What a Girl
by lunatyme
Disclaimer: Lessee, this is a fanfiction, so why exactly would anyone think that I owned Harry Potter?
Flames (this means you, NarcissaM) will be read and giggled over
Towering over Uncle Vernon by a good 6 centimeters stood a tall young woman. Now this wasn't any normal, though highly-irritating, door-to-door salesperson. Looking down, Harry saw that the woman's feet were shod in black, knee-length boots over tight, black leather pants. She had on a lacy red shirt and a black leather jacket with a pin that read "Save the animals. Wear pleather." Her blonde hair was streaked with blue and black.
"Wha-what do you want?" spluttered Uncle Vernon.
"Is there a Harry Potter residing in this domicile?" inquired the woman in an amused tone.
"What's it to you?" spat Harry's uncle thinking that the wretched boy had better not have caused any trouble.
"I would appreciate it if you cooperated with me," she answered, "but it is not necessary. I have my ways should you not." Then her blue eyes flicked up to the stairs down which Harry had been cautiously creeping. "Ah, Harry, long time no see."
"Umm. Excuse me, but do I know you?" replied the green-eyed boy nervously.
"Oh, yes, you probably don't remember me," she exclaimed, "after all, you were less than a year old the last time we saw each other." Uncle Vernon was still standing there, red-faced when she turned to him. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"You're, you're one of those freaks, aren't you? Well, we don't stand for your kind around here so go away and never come back!" and with that Uncle Vernon slammed the door in the still unnamed woman's face. Then he turned to Harry and said, "What do you think you're doing, bringing some of those people to a respectable house like ours? You know what this means, don't you? No lunch for you! I want that garden weeded before your lovely aunt goes to the beauty parlor." Just then, there was another knock at the door. He threw it open, ready to renew his tirade.
"I thought I told you to go..." Uncle Vernon never saw what hit him.
"Whoa!" was all Harry could say. The woman looked up and grinned, lowering her arm.
"Never mess with someone who's seen 'Ali.' Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"
A few moments later in Harry's room she finally introduced herself. And now the moment you've all been waiting for...drum roll please...
"Well, Harry, you're probably wondering who I am and how I know you. My name is Taryn Keller. As I said, I knew you when you were very young. I lived next door to you and your parents in Godric's Hollow. Lily and James, your parents of course, were great fun and you were such a sweet baby! Sometimes they let me babysit you if they had to go away. Let's see, I was about 13 or 14 back then. I was an only child, you see, so I liked to think of you as the baby brother I never had. Your parents encouraged me. They were so nice."
Author's Note
hey there (ducks all the rotten fruit being thrown) Ahh! I'm sorry! I'm not as good as Odd Spirit D: '_; hee hee emoticons. anyway... sorry for the long delay, i was sick. So here's the 2nd chapter of this round robin story. Oh, another apology to anyone if they have the same title as this story, but i really didn't know there was anyone with the same one. Umm...well, no cliffie, thanks for the reviews, Odd feels special, Is Taryn a witch? well, that's up to the next author. hmm. i guess that's all, so bye? heh