Disclaimer: well i don't own the original characters, they belong to jk rowling, i just tweaked their names a little.
Harry Porter worked in a hotel. He ported bags from the lobby to the guest's rooms. He had no recollection of his parents, but had grown up in the hotel for as long as he could remember. The only clue he had was a frequent vision, of different flashing colours, and a roar. He was bespectacled, had an a really nice fringe (curtains like ben a1), and was tall and lanky. he was 16.
One day, while he was walking down the corridor, something hit him from behind his head. "OW! what the ****[censored]?!?!" he held his throbbing head and looked up. What? A suitcase with wings was suspended in mid-air. Harry looked down the coridor. Nobody was there. He looked back at the suitcase. The suitcase looked at him. He grabbed at the suitcase and the suitcase burst open. Out fluttered a tiny sheet of paper. "One stupid large suitcase hit my head just to deliver a TINY NOTE?!?!?! MY hair!!!!!!! argh!!" he cried in frustration, trying to get his really REALLy nice hair back into place. he read the minute print on the paper. "Hello Mr. Porter. You are the chosen one. Please proceed to the laundry department and look out for your advisor, Ms Hermione Stranger."
Harry thought hard. He knew all the girls/ladys/guys/boys/etc from the laundry department. But he had never heard of this "ms stranger." thus he concluded that the person he was looking for was a girl/lady, and would be a strange stranger called Hermione. Feeling a little bewildered yet amused by the whole incident, he made his way down to the laundry department...
Harry Porter worked in a hotel. He ported bags from the lobby to the guest's rooms. He had no recollection of his parents, but had grown up in the hotel for as long as he could remember. The only clue he had was a frequent vision, of different flashing colours, and a roar. He was bespectacled, had an a really nice fringe (curtains like ben a1), and was tall and lanky. he was 16.
One day, while he was walking down the corridor, something hit him from behind his head. "OW! what the ****[censored]?!?!" he held his throbbing head and looked up. What? A suitcase with wings was suspended in mid-air. Harry looked down the coridor. Nobody was there. He looked back at the suitcase. The suitcase looked at him. He grabbed at the suitcase and the suitcase burst open. Out fluttered a tiny sheet of paper. "One stupid large suitcase hit my head just to deliver a TINY NOTE?!?!?! MY hair!!!!!!! argh!!" he cried in frustration, trying to get his really REALLy nice hair back into place. he read the minute print on the paper. "Hello Mr. Porter. You are the chosen one. Please proceed to the laundry department and look out for your advisor, Ms Hermione Stranger."
Harry thought hard. He knew all the girls/ladys/guys/boys/etc from the laundry department. But he had never heard of this "ms stranger." thus he concluded that the person he was looking for was a girl/lady, and would be a strange stranger called Hermione. Feeling a little bewildered yet amused by the whole incident, he made his way down to the laundry department...