The Neverending Harry Potter Story
Chapter 9: The Genie Shop
by Amay
Disclaimer: See, the papers say that I own Harry Potter. Just cause it's in crayon doesn't mean anything.
...a giant oak tree. It loomed against the sky like a chocolate cake against a bright blue counter. The trunk was all gnarled and covered in gold streaks which were showing between the cracks in the bark. The gigantic branches reached into the sky to grab the clouds. The leaves were a particular color. Violet with silver glittering veins. Harry was starting to wonder where they were, and why Taryn had brought them here until he saw the sign:
"I have to get some more flying powder," Taryn started explaining when she saw Harry's puzzled face. "I"m running out." Suddenly she dropped into a whisper, "don't tell anyone I haven't learned to fly myself yet," and with that, Taryn barged into the shop. Harry followed inside, gazing at the strange surroundings and objects inside. Taryn had already picked up a jar containing some green bubbling substance, ans was peering down the opening. A tall, gaunt looking man, with a waxy white face covered with dark scars, and had a shiny bald head came out of a door behind the counter, eyes glued to Harry. Harry couldn't help but feel uneasy, and he kept glancing at the man as he tried to make his way back to Taryn, who was now, cuddling huge white mice with solid emerald eyes.
"Taryn," Harry tugged at her sleeve with urgency, "Have you ever been to this place before?"
"Oh no," Taryn answered, still playing with the mice, "I've been to probably every other store, but not this one. Oh, look Harry, it did a back flip!"
"Are you Harry Potter?" the shopkeeper questioned abruptly.
Before Harry could say a word, Taryn rushed in.
"Oh yes, of course, this is the famous Harry Potter, yes, the one who survived facing YOU-KNOW-WHO. By the way, do you have any flying powder? I've run out, and we're stuck here until I get some."
So the store manager reached for a pouch on the shelf behind him, but instead, pressed a button behind it. The windows slammed shut, the lights went out, and a high pitched cackle echoed through the room, and Harry was suddenly thrown down a deep, deep tunnel...
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Editor's Note
Yes, it's finally here. This latest installment, after long delay ::glares at amay and minna:: is up. If u got the reference from the sign, well, good for u. please people, review, i like to think that more than one person reads this story.
Chapter 9: The Genie Shop
by Amay
Disclaimer: See, the papers say that I own Harry Potter. Just cause it's in crayon doesn't mean anything.
...a giant oak tree. It loomed against the sky like a chocolate cake against a bright blue counter. The trunk was all gnarled and covered in gold streaks which were showing between the cracks in the bark. The gigantic branches reached into the sky to grab the clouds. The leaves were a particular color. Violet with silver glittering veins. Harry was starting to wonder where they were, and why Taryn had brought them here until he saw the sign:
|
The Caprona
Genie Shop |
"I have to get some more flying powder," Taryn started explaining when she saw Harry's puzzled face. "I"m running out." Suddenly she dropped into a whisper, "don't tell anyone I haven't learned to fly myself yet," and with that, Taryn barged into the shop. Harry followed inside, gazing at the strange surroundings and objects inside. Taryn had already picked up a jar containing some green bubbling substance, ans was peering down the opening. A tall, gaunt looking man, with a waxy white face covered with dark scars, and had a shiny bald head came out of a door behind the counter, eyes glued to Harry. Harry couldn't help but feel uneasy, and he kept glancing at the man as he tried to make his way back to Taryn, who was now, cuddling huge white mice with solid emerald eyes.
"Taryn," Harry tugged at her sleeve with urgency, "Have you ever been to this place before?"
"Oh no," Taryn answered, still playing with the mice, "I've been to probably every other store, but not this one. Oh, look Harry, it did a back flip!"
"Are you Harry Potter?" the shopkeeper questioned abruptly.
Before Harry could say a word, Taryn rushed in.
"Oh yes, of course, this is the famous Harry Potter, yes, the one who survived facing YOU-KNOW-WHO. By the way, do you have any flying powder? I've run out, and we're stuck here until I get some."
So the store manager reached for a pouch on the shelf behind him, but instead, pressed a button behind it. The windows slammed shut, the lights went out, and a high pitched cackle echoed through the room, and Harry was suddenly thrown down a deep, deep tunnel...
Editor's Note
Yes, it's finally here. This latest installment, after long delay ::glares at amay and minna:: is up. If u got the reference from the sign, well, good for u. please people, review, i like to think that more than one person reads this story.
