Chapter two
HARRY, DUDLEY,AUNT PETUNIA, AND UNCLE VERNO ALL BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING. CATERPIE & THE METION OF THE HOUNDOOM ALL BELONG TO THE SAME CHINESE GUY.
Caterpie
Harry slapped on some cloths and ran downstairs, still having the dream on his mind. When he saw Dudley, he immediately noticed that since the last time Harry saw him, his sides had gone two feet farther. He found the kitchen in a big fuss to keep him from starving. Dudley was whining that he wasn't fed enough and grinning greedily at Harry, Aunt Petunia was running around the kitchen taking food out of cupboards and the refrigerator, also cooking various foods at the same time, and Uncle Vernon was bustling around with a folded newspaper in his hand while checking on all the foods that Aunt Petunia was cooking. "You fill in for me, so I can read my paper and Dudley won't starve!" barked Uncle Vernon as soon as he saw him. Harry started towards the bacon until he heard Aunt Petunia shriek very loudly. She was standing by the window when she saw a humongous caterpillar sitting on the windowsill. It was green, huge, and seemed to be Aunt Petunia's nightmare, next to the world knowing about Harry. Aunt Petunia hated bugs, and this one was not pretty. " VERNON!!!!!! GET IT OUT!!!!!! GET IT OUT!!!!!!!! KILL IT!!! KILL IT!!!! NOW!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Aunt Petunia had shrieked, standing on top of a chair. "Boy," Uncle Vernon tried to say with a very weird, vicious look as if Harry had set off the bug on Aunt Petunia. " GET THAT BUG AWAY FROM PETUNIA!!" he thundered. Harry ran to the windowsill, grabbed the caterpillar, and dashed out of the kitchen. He ran straight up to his room and plopped onto his bed. Harry took the bug out of his hand gently placed onto his bed. The bug wasn't so bad, he was kind of cute. It had little red antenna, small, green, feelers, a small, green body, and a small little light green thing like a tail at the end. Harry had never seen a bug like this. Strangely, it was as much of a bug as the Houndoom was a dog in his dream. He watched the little bug crawl across his hand onto his bed. "Hello, I'm Harry," he said to the bug. " Caterpie." replied the bug. Harry was shocked. He didn't think that the bug which was crawling around on his bed had just spoke. " Sorry?" he said. " Caterpie." the creature said again. " What are you telling me?" asked Harry. "Cater-pie! Pi! Cater-pie!" said the creature, in an eager way as if he were trying to tell Harry something very important. Harry didn't know how or why, but he somehow understood what the little bug had said. " Is that your name? Caterpie?" asked Harry. "Caterpie!" said the caterpillar in excitement. " And the only thing you can say is your name?" asked Harry. "Caterpie! Pi! Cater-pie!" answered the bug. Harry swelled like a balloon with questions to ask the Caterpie. "What exactly is a Caterpie?" he asked. "Cater-caterpie! Caterpie! Cater-cater." replied Caterpie. Harry again somehow understood what the Caterpie said. "So, you're a Pokemon," said Harry. "Caterpie!" replied the Pokemon. "Just like that Houndoom in my dream," Harry said to himself and partly to the Caterpie. "But what does this all mean? TO BE COUNTINUED
A/N: So how do you like it? Its kinda short, I know, but I really wanted some reviews so I've worked on this chapter really hard and thought it would give me some more reviews than what I currently have, 2. So please, read & review! And thank you those who already reviwed, and I don't know what I'm supposed to write before this...
HARRY, DUDLEY,AUNT PETUNIA, AND UNCLE VERNO ALL BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING. CATERPIE & THE METION OF THE HOUNDOOM ALL BELONG TO THE SAME CHINESE GUY.
Caterpie
Harry slapped on some cloths and ran downstairs, still having the dream on his mind. When he saw Dudley, he immediately noticed that since the last time Harry saw him, his sides had gone two feet farther. He found the kitchen in a big fuss to keep him from starving. Dudley was whining that he wasn't fed enough and grinning greedily at Harry, Aunt Petunia was running around the kitchen taking food out of cupboards and the refrigerator, also cooking various foods at the same time, and Uncle Vernon was bustling around with a folded newspaper in his hand while checking on all the foods that Aunt Petunia was cooking. "You fill in for me, so I can read my paper and Dudley won't starve!" barked Uncle Vernon as soon as he saw him. Harry started towards the bacon until he heard Aunt Petunia shriek very loudly. She was standing by the window when she saw a humongous caterpillar sitting on the windowsill. It was green, huge, and seemed to be Aunt Petunia's nightmare, next to the world knowing about Harry. Aunt Petunia hated bugs, and this one was not pretty. " VERNON!!!!!! GET IT OUT!!!!!! GET IT OUT!!!!!!!! KILL IT!!! KILL IT!!!! NOW!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Aunt Petunia had shrieked, standing on top of a chair. "Boy," Uncle Vernon tried to say with a very weird, vicious look as if Harry had set off the bug on Aunt Petunia. " GET THAT BUG AWAY FROM PETUNIA!!" he thundered. Harry ran to the windowsill, grabbed the caterpillar, and dashed out of the kitchen. He ran straight up to his room and plopped onto his bed. Harry took the bug out of his hand gently placed onto his bed. The bug wasn't so bad, he was kind of cute. It had little red antenna, small, green, feelers, a small, green body, and a small little light green thing like a tail at the end. Harry had never seen a bug like this. Strangely, it was as much of a bug as the Houndoom was a dog in his dream. He watched the little bug crawl across his hand onto his bed. "Hello, I'm Harry," he said to the bug. " Caterpie." replied the bug. Harry was shocked. He didn't think that the bug which was crawling around on his bed had just spoke. " Sorry?" he said. " Caterpie." the creature said again. " What are you telling me?" asked Harry. "Cater-pie! Pi! Cater-pie!" said the creature, in an eager way as if he were trying to tell Harry something very important. Harry didn't know how or why, but he somehow understood what the little bug had said. " Is that your name? Caterpie?" asked Harry. "Caterpie!" said the caterpillar in excitement. " And the only thing you can say is your name?" asked Harry. "Caterpie! Pi! Cater-pie!" answered the bug. Harry swelled like a balloon with questions to ask the Caterpie. "What exactly is a Caterpie?" he asked. "Cater-caterpie! Caterpie! Cater-cater." replied Caterpie. Harry again somehow understood what the Caterpie said. "So, you're a Pokemon," said Harry. "Caterpie!" replied the Pokemon. "Just like that Houndoom in my dream," Harry said to himself and partly to the Caterpie. "But what does this all mean? TO BE COUNTINUED
A/N: So how do you like it? Its kinda short, I know, but I really wanted some reviews so I've worked on this chapter really hard and thought it would give me some more reviews than what I currently have, 2. So please, read & review! And thank you those who already reviwed, and I don't know what I'm supposed to write before this...