Harry Potter and the Helpers of Affrel
A Familiar Face
A/N: Ok I seriously think Fan fiction hates me! It keeps saying file aborted! Kicks computer madly Ok well, here is the next chapter!
Hedwig had returned with a dead mouse and nipped Harry affectionately.
"Busy day, ay?" Harry greeted her. Hedwig hooted in reply. " Send me a letter would ya, hold on..." and he got out a quill ("Must get a new one" he thought) and wrote a letter to Ron, and one to Hermione telling them about Sirius' mysterious gift.
Harry pulled on his most 'Muggle lookin' clothes,
"Go cognito", thought Harry.
He took his money, Floo Powder and letter, and set off for Little Whinging Park .
With a mixture of curiosity, worry and excitement, Harry got off the bus (gladly, as some mad old witch in Muggle clothes, was very excited to meet him and could've blown it) and strode through the gates. He checked his watch, it was 6:30, so it wouldn't be dark for a while, and found an empty corner in the park. After collecting some dry wood and heaping them in a pile, Harry cursed as match after match, the wood wouldn't light. A long while later, (Harry noticed it would soon start to get dark), he whooped with delight as the wood burned. He heaped some more wood on and with anticipation, took his pot of Floo Powder out of his pocket and sprinkled some on to the fire...
"I hope this works" Harry thought as he eyed his excuse for a fire.
The fire roared and blaze, Harry gave a breath of relief. Double checking his piece of parchment and looking for any Muggles lurking about, he said clearly:
"Wizards Floo-Mail!!" Harry gave a start of suprise...isn't that man in the fire....???
"Welcome to Wizards Floo-mail where you can send and receive mail by Floo Powder, I am your postman tonight, Stan Shunpike, how may I help....."
he looked up from the documents that he was checking and his eyes lit up as he exclaimed,
"....Ha..Harry Potter!! It's me, Stan, from Knight Bus! Great to meet you again!" he beamed, "Remember me? You told me you were Neville? Two years ago? None of me friends believed me, ya know? But I'm in luck! Me meeting you again!"
"Of course I do Stan...you really helped me out ya know...." Harry replied gratefully, as soon as he could get a word in edgeways "So what are ya doin' here? Don't you still work as conductor? How's Ernie?" he asked politely.
"Well yeah, I still work there, but I've traded jobs with me cousin Sally Skems, Oh, won't she be kicking herself now, missin out on meetin you! Ernies still driver, won't he like to meet you again?"
"So what do you do at the Floo-mail Office?" Harry hoped he could nudge Stan in the direction of mail, it was starting to get dark.
" Oh that reminds me...sendin' or receivin'?" just as Harry had hoped.
"Um..receiving. From Snuffles..."
" Ok then, c'mon.." and he started to walk away. Harry was puzzled " Well?"
"Er..I don't know wot to do..." he said foolishly.
"Oh sorry Harry! Please forgive me!" Stan apologized, " I thought you knew! Well, just step into the office and we'll get your mail!"
"Ok then" Harry said nervously, he'd had bad experience with travelling by Floo Powder. He took in a deep breath, reminded himself to close his eyes and tuck in his arms, as one of the Weasley twins had once instructed him to do and stepped into the flames, which didn't burn him." Here goes" he muttered.
Harry opened his eyes, Stan Shunpike stood right in front of him, smiling with joy.
" I'll just get your mail" he explained and walked over to the fire Harry had just emerged from.
" Mail room" he ordered. A tall man was standing there as he took the order from Stan, Harry noticed Elves running about behind him, fetching and carrying mail and packages. Harry listened to the conversation.
"Hullo Sid, I've got a special order for you. Send an elf up ere' with it would ya?" Stan asked.
"Sure" replied Sid, he had dark rings under his eyes, wrinkles and a snarl on his face, Harry didn't like the look of him much.
"What's the name?"
" From Snuffles, to 'Harry Potter'" announced Stan proudly. Sid peered past Stan at Harry, he scowled. "Right you are Stan" and he vanished.
"He didn't seem to like me much did he?" Harry pointed out.
"Nonsense! Sid's just like that. No-one could not like You!...Except maybe...You-Know-Who" he added in a whisper, looking frightened at the very thought, but looking at Harry with a great grin. Harry just stood in silence uncomfortable with Stan's obvious admiration.
"Knock, Knock!" The door interrupted this acquired moment.
"Lots of packages for Mr. Potter!" came a small voice.
"Lots?" Harry thought.
"Cum in!" called Stan. And with that came an Elf carrying three small packages, wrapped in brown paper and half a dozen Elves pushing a gigantic parcel on a cart, which was unmistakably...
"A motorbike!!" gasped Harry and he thought back to when he heard how Hagrid had borrowed Sirius' flying motorbike, to recover Harry from his house, the night his parents were killed by Voldemort.
"A FLYING motorbike??!" ha added hopefully, with disbelief.
" Oh wow!" Stan grinned with envy, "There's hardly any of THOSE left anymore, ya lucky thin'!"
And indeed Harry was lucky, as he unwrapped the bike, he saw how beautiful it was, gleaming black and a little note attached saying 'Happy Birthday Harry! From your Godfather.' Harry was about to open the other parcels when he realized that they might be dangerous. He didn't know if they were from Sirius.
"Uh...who are these packages from?" he asked one of the Elves.
"Oh...they're from someone anonymous, Mr. Potter. We were unable to trace who they were from." they squeaked. Harry looked at his watch, it was 8:00
"I have to go Stan, I'll open these later." he had a sudden thought, " Oh Stan, I got a MUGGLE bus here, I can't take a motorbike on them and I can't drive this!" Harry said worriedly.
" Well now, why dontcha get the Knight Bus? You can meet Sally then and say hi to Ernie!" Stan suggested excitedly, amazed by his own brilliance.
"Thank you Stan, you're ace...now how do I get back?"
"Sit on the motorbike and I'll push you through"
" Thanks Stan, I REALLY owe you know!"
" Goodbye Harry Potter! Come and see me again soon" as he pushed Harry through, who was clutching his parcels.
"I promise Stan...bye!" and he vanished.
A Familiar Face
A/N: Ok I seriously think Fan fiction hates me! It keeps saying file aborted! Kicks computer madly Ok well, here is the next chapter!
Hedwig had returned with a dead mouse and nipped Harry affectionately.
"Busy day, ay?" Harry greeted her. Hedwig hooted in reply. " Send me a letter would ya, hold on..." and he got out a quill ("Must get a new one" he thought) and wrote a letter to Ron, and one to Hermione telling them about Sirius' mysterious gift.
Harry pulled on his most 'Muggle lookin' clothes,
"Go cognito", thought Harry.
He took his money, Floo Powder and letter, and set off for Little Whinging Park .
With a mixture of curiosity, worry and excitement, Harry got off the bus (gladly, as some mad old witch in Muggle clothes, was very excited to meet him and could've blown it) and strode through the gates. He checked his watch, it was 6:30, so it wouldn't be dark for a while, and found an empty corner in the park. After collecting some dry wood and heaping them in a pile, Harry cursed as match after match, the wood wouldn't light. A long while later, (Harry noticed it would soon start to get dark), he whooped with delight as the wood burned. He heaped some more wood on and with anticipation, took his pot of Floo Powder out of his pocket and sprinkled some on to the fire...
"I hope this works" Harry thought as he eyed his excuse for a fire.
The fire roared and blaze, Harry gave a breath of relief. Double checking his piece of parchment and looking for any Muggles lurking about, he said clearly:
"Wizards Floo-Mail!!" Harry gave a start of suprise...isn't that man in the fire....???
"Welcome to Wizards Floo-mail where you can send and receive mail by Floo Powder, I am your postman tonight, Stan Shunpike, how may I help....."
he looked up from the documents that he was checking and his eyes lit up as he exclaimed,
"....Ha..Harry Potter!! It's me, Stan, from Knight Bus! Great to meet you again!" he beamed, "Remember me? You told me you were Neville? Two years ago? None of me friends believed me, ya know? But I'm in luck! Me meeting you again!"
"Of course I do Stan...you really helped me out ya know...." Harry replied gratefully, as soon as he could get a word in edgeways "So what are ya doin' here? Don't you still work as conductor? How's Ernie?" he asked politely.
"Well yeah, I still work there, but I've traded jobs with me cousin Sally Skems, Oh, won't she be kicking herself now, missin out on meetin you! Ernies still driver, won't he like to meet you again?"
"So what do you do at the Floo-mail Office?" Harry hoped he could nudge Stan in the direction of mail, it was starting to get dark.
" Oh that reminds me...sendin' or receivin'?" just as Harry had hoped.
"Um..receiving. From Snuffles..."
" Ok then, c'mon.." and he started to walk away. Harry was puzzled " Well?"
"Er..I don't know wot to do..." he said foolishly.
"Oh sorry Harry! Please forgive me!" Stan apologized, " I thought you knew! Well, just step into the office and we'll get your mail!"
"Ok then" Harry said nervously, he'd had bad experience with travelling by Floo Powder. He took in a deep breath, reminded himself to close his eyes and tuck in his arms, as one of the Weasley twins had once instructed him to do and stepped into the flames, which didn't burn him." Here goes" he muttered.
Harry opened his eyes, Stan Shunpike stood right in front of him, smiling with joy.
" I'll just get your mail" he explained and walked over to the fire Harry had just emerged from.
" Mail room" he ordered. A tall man was standing there as he took the order from Stan, Harry noticed Elves running about behind him, fetching and carrying mail and packages. Harry listened to the conversation.
"Hullo Sid, I've got a special order for you. Send an elf up ere' with it would ya?" Stan asked.
"Sure" replied Sid, he had dark rings under his eyes, wrinkles and a snarl on his face, Harry didn't like the look of him much.
"What's the name?"
" From Snuffles, to 'Harry Potter'" announced Stan proudly. Sid peered past Stan at Harry, he scowled. "Right you are Stan" and he vanished.
"He didn't seem to like me much did he?" Harry pointed out.
"Nonsense! Sid's just like that. No-one could not like You!...Except maybe...You-Know-Who" he added in a whisper, looking frightened at the very thought, but looking at Harry with a great grin. Harry just stood in silence uncomfortable with Stan's obvious admiration.
"Knock, Knock!" The door interrupted this acquired moment.
"Lots of packages for Mr. Potter!" came a small voice.
"Lots?" Harry thought.
"Cum in!" called Stan. And with that came an Elf carrying three small packages, wrapped in brown paper and half a dozen Elves pushing a gigantic parcel on a cart, which was unmistakably...
"A motorbike!!" gasped Harry and he thought back to when he heard how Hagrid had borrowed Sirius' flying motorbike, to recover Harry from his house, the night his parents were killed by Voldemort.
"A FLYING motorbike??!" ha added hopefully, with disbelief.
" Oh wow!" Stan grinned with envy, "There's hardly any of THOSE left anymore, ya lucky thin'!"
And indeed Harry was lucky, as he unwrapped the bike, he saw how beautiful it was, gleaming black and a little note attached saying 'Happy Birthday Harry! From your Godfather.' Harry was about to open the other parcels when he realized that they might be dangerous. He didn't know if they were from Sirius.
"Uh...who are these packages from?" he asked one of the Elves.
"Oh...they're from someone anonymous, Mr. Potter. We were unable to trace who they were from." they squeaked. Harry looked at his watch, it was 8:00
"I have to go Stan, I'll open these later." he had a sudden thought, " Oh Stan, I got a MUGGLE bus here, I can't take a motorbike on them and I can't drive this!" Harry said worriedly.
" Well now, why dontcha get the Knight Bus? You can meet Sally then and say hi to Ernie!" Stan suggested excitedly, amazed by his own brilliance.
"Thank you Stan, you're ace...now how do I get back?"
"Sit on the motorbike and I'll push you through"
" Thanks Stan, I REALLY owe you know!"
" Goodbye Harry Potter! Come and see me again soon" as he pushed Harry through, who was clutching his parcels.
"I promise Stan...bye!" and he vanished.