A/N-Hello, you lot. Fyrn here. I was bored, so I just decided to write the opening chapters of
this Crossover thingie. It's a crossover between the show Early Edition and Harry Potter. Odd
combonation, I know, but hey, I try. In case you've never seen Early Edition before, it's about
a guy named Gary Hobson who lives in an apartment above his restuante in Chicago (I can't spell).
At any rate, he gets tomorrow's paper today, and he has to run around saving all the people who
get hurt or killed. Pretty cool, really. I'm writing it from 5 different points of view, so I'll
put them at the top of each section.I apologize for any formatting problems, Word was broken
so I had to use the hated Notepad format. Blaaaaa....At any rate, here's the story. It's
dedicatedto my Grandma,'cause I first saw Early Edition at her house. Off we go!
NO TITLE YET
Gary Hobson's View
"And the weather today will be...." Arrrrrg. 6:00 already? I rolled over and pushed the
off button on my alarm clock. I tumbled out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.
Ten minutes and a hot shower later I walked out of the bathroom to hear a loud angry
"Meow!" come from behind the front door. I groaned and opened the door. My cat, who I'd never
really bothered to name, uttered one more pissed-off yowl and stalked past me, leaving the paper
behind. I groaned again when I saw the date-February 5th. Tomorrow. God, would it ever stop?
I picked it up and scanned the front page-nothing big, only some mergers, a few speeches by that
idiot Bush. Then my eyes lighted on a small column at the bottem. GIRL KILLED BY ADOPTIVE MOTHER.
Oh my God. I hurridly read though the article. It stated that Fyrn Lupin, a 14 year old girl, had
been adopted February 4th -today- at 12:30 p.m. She had been found dead in the mother's house
at 7:15 p.m., having apparently bled to death from knife wounds. Anne Greenwich, the adoptive
mother, was being held in custody by the police, but refused to state the motive for murder.
I threw down the paper and dashed downstairs into the resturante kitchen. Michelle was
already down there, instructing Christie, the short-order cook, how to make the perfect eggs
benedict.
"Ok, first you need to fry the eggs. Or do you make the toast first?" Michelle was
saying. Christie threw one exasperated look at me and handed me the spatula.
"Here, you can probably cook them better than I can."
I raised an eyebrow and put the spatula down. I spotted Chuck through the kitchen window
and headed out to talk to him, dragging Michelle behind me.
Plopping down at the table, I waved to Christie to bring me some coffee. This may be the
most complicated problem I needed to handle.
"Alright, then. Small problem today." Chuck glanced up over today's paper at me but
continued reading. I ripped the paper from his hands. "Will you listen to me?!?!" I fumed. "Look,
a girl is going to be killed today by the woman who adopted her. She's being adopted at 12:30,
it's almost 7, and you just sit there reading the damn paper?"
Chuck looked from me to Michelle and back to me again. "Ok, Gary," he sighed. "What hero-
ic act do we need to do today?"
I stood up. "I'm going out to the foster home where she's living. I need you two to
handle the resturante today. I won't be back for a few hours. Make sure one of you is near a
phone at all times. I'll put in a call when I get there and if I run into any problems. Sound
good? Thanks a lot." I ran back up to my apartment without bothering to hear their answer. I
grabbed the paper and my cell phone and dashed down the stairs and out the door.
A/N-Yes, it is rather short, I apologize, but Notepad deleted my earlier version which had Fyrn's
AND Gary's AND Chuck's point of view on there. Stupid stupid stupid stupid computer! ::Bangs her
head on the keyboard:: Oh, and Fyrn is a witch, we explain her cercumstances in the next install-
ment/chapter thingie, sometime next week. I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, no
one is perfect, but hey, I try!
Disclaimer- Early Edition belongs to who ever thought of it and the people at Fox Family. (It's
on weeknights at 7:00 PM and 10:00 PM eastern time, on the Fox Family channel,if you want to
watch it). Christie the short-order cook belong's to me, I made her up. Harry Potter and all
related characters and the idea of wizards etc. belongs to the wonderful, incredible, genius,
brilliant, amazing (ok, I'll stop now) J.K. Rowling. Fyrn Lupin belongs to me, I made her up.
Anne Greenwich belongs to me, I made her up. Anything else you see belongs to who ever owns it,
'cause I sure don't. Adios, you lovely lot! PLEASE review!
this Crossover thingie. It's a crossover between the show Early Edition and Harry Potter. Odd
combonation, I know, but hey, I try. In case you've never seen Early Edition before, it's about
a guy named Gary Hobson who lives in an apartment above his restuante in Chicago (I can't spell).
At any rate, he gets tomorrow's paper today, and he has to run around saving all the people who
get hurt or killed. Pretty cool, really. I'm writing it from 5 different points of view, so I'll
put them at the top of each section.I apologize for any formatting problems, Word was broken
so I had to use the hated Notepad format. Blaaaaa....At any rate, here's the story. It's
dedicatedto my Grandma,'cause I first saw Early Edition at her house. Off we go!
NO TITLE YET
Gary Hobson's View
"And the weather today will be...." Arrrrrg. 6:00 already? I rolled over and pushed the
off button on my alarm clock. I tumbled out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.
Ten minutes and a hot shower later I walked out of the bathroom to hear a loud angry
"Meow!" come from behind the front door. I groaned and opened the door. My cat, who I'd never
really bothered to name, uttered one more pissed-off yowl and stalked past me, leaving the paper
behind. I groaned again when I saw the date-February 5th. Tomorrow. God, would it ever stop?
I picked it up and scanned the front page-nothing big, only some mergers, a few speeches by that
idiot Bush. Then my eyes lighted on a small column at the bottem. GIRL KILLED BY ADOPTIVE MOTHER.
Oh my God. I hurridly read though the article. It stated that Fyrn Lupin, a 14 year old girl, had
been adopted February 4th -today- at 12:30 p.m. She had been found dead in the mother's house
at 7:15 p.m., having apparently bled to death from knife wounds. Anne Greenwich, the adoptive
mother, was being held in custody by the police, but refused to state the motive for murder.
I threw down the paper and dashed downstairs into the resturante kitchen. Michelle was
already down there, instructing Christie, the short-order cook, how to make the perfect eggs
benedict.
"Ok, first you need to fry the eggs. Or do you make the toast first?" Michelle was
saying. Christie threw one exasperated look at me and handed me the spatula.
"Here, you can probably cook them better than I can."
I raised an eyebrow and put the spatula down. I spotted Chuck through the kitchen window
and headed out to talk to him, dragging Michelle behind me.
Plopping down at the table, I waved to Christie to bring me some coffee. This may be the
most complicated problem I needed to handle.
"Alright, then. Small problem today." Chuck glanced up over today's paper at me but
continued reading. I ripped the paper from his hands. "Will you listen to me?!?!" I fumed. "Look,
a girl is going to be killed today by the woman who adopted her. She's being adopted at 12:30,
it's almost 7, and you just sit there reading the damn paper?"
Chuck looked from me to Michelle and back to me again. "Ok, Gary," he sighed. "What hero-
ic act do we need to do today?"
I stood up. "I'm going out to the foster home where she's living. I need you two to
handle the resturante today. I won't be back for a few hours. Make sure one of you is near a
phone at all times. I'll put in a call when I get there and if I run into any problems. Sound
good? Thanks a lot." I ran back up to my apartment without bothering to hear their answer. I
grabbed the paper and my cell phone and dashed down the stairs and out the door.
A/N-Yes, it is rather short, I apologize, but Notepad deleted my earlier version which had Fyrn's
AND Gary's AND Chuck's point of view on there. Stupid stupid stupid stupid computer! ::Bangs her
head on the keyboard:: Oh, and Fyrn is a witch, we explain her cercumstances in the next install-
ment/chapter thingie, sometime next week. I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, no
one is perfect, but hey, I try!
Disclaimer- Early Edition belongs to who ever thought of it and the people at Fox Family. (It's
on weeknights at 7:00 PM and 10:00 PM eastern time, on the Fox Family channel,if you want to
watch it). Christie the short-order cook belong's to me, I made her up. Harry Potter and all
related characters and the idea of wizards etc. belongs to the wonderful, incredible, genius,
brilliant, amazing (ok, I'll stop now) J.K. Rowling. Fyrn Lupin belongs to me, I made her up.
Anne Greenwich belongs to me, I made her up. Anything else you see belongs to who ever owns it,
'cause I sure don't. Adios, you lovely lot! PLEASE review!