Hello!
You'll never get to the story!
Never!
Not there yet!
Wanna see how the poll went?
A (search the hideout): 1 B (find out about Harry's Mom): 1 C (Magical objects): 1 D (they invade Poland): 2
I said not to vote for Poland!!!
You still ain't there!
I am the epitome of evyl!
EVYL!!!!!!!
Okay here it is:
The End
What you're still here?
GO AWAY!!!
Oh, all right.
Mucho Grande Problamo
"Do you mean that I won't be me?" Harry asked
"How should I know? But if your dad was drow than that explains why my dad killed him! Drow are one of the most magical creatures in the world! One drow hair is twice as powerfull as unicorn hair, dragon heartstrings, or pheonix feathers. If your dad beat his evil side, than he must have been exceptionally strong. But There's one question on my mind. Why do you look human?"
"Maybe there's a spell on me?"
"Could be, but it would have to be very powerful, to last fourteen years. But what if."
She pulled a small emerald studded dagger out of her pocket and cut of a bit of his hair.
"Why did you do that?"
She didn't answer but told him to look at the hair.
They waited a few minutes for something to happen, but nothing did.
"Well I guess that didn't work." She said.
"Look." Harry said, something was certainly happening now. There was a sizzling sound and the hair started to smoke heavily for a few minutes they couldn't even see because of the smoke. Finally the smoke cleared and on the desk there was a lock of curl, stark white hair.
"D***" she whispered "White, Drow nobility. A ruling family, probably Menzzobaranzan."
"What are you talking about?"
"That spell could where off any day! What would the wizard community think? Harry Potter a drow! If I could just strengthen the spell."
"Are you telling me that this isn't my real face?!?!?"
"In a word, yes."
"Is there any way to let me see myself?"
"Probably, but I think you are better off Human. Drow are shunned Harry, you would probably be killed or driven into the Under World."
"Under world?"
"How ignorant are you? You think this place is even half safe? The Under World is a name given to the caverns hundreds of miles under the surface. About two thousands y years ago the wizards drove the other intelligent races from the surface, dwarves, elves, drow, gnomes, halflings, sprites, orcs, ogres, and goblins. They all live under the ground now, Drow being the prime race there, as they are the most adept to darkness. Elves have underground forests, but many have returned to the surface. The others have smaller societies that live it fear of the Drow. Sshamath is the most powerful moral city down there. Strangely it's ruled by Drow, all of them rebels and outcasts."
"But how can I find out how I realy look?"
"well. I know, maybe If I put one of these hairs in a Polyjuice potion you could chande for an hour."
"But I'd have to wait for months!"
"no, my dad has me carry some with me just in case."
"Why?"
"I'm his spy, remember?"
"oh yeah,"
"here."
She reached into her book bag and pulled out a vile. She dropped the white hairs into it and the potion turned pitch black. He held his nose and gulped it down, almost gagging.
He felt the same feeling of melting he felt the last time he used polyjuice. He looked at his hands as they started to darken to nearly grayish-black and his hair grew down to his shoulders, also changing, but instead to stark white. His Eyes, though he couldn't see the turned from emerald green to shining violet, and he got slightly taller.
After he changed he turned to look in the mirror and found his vision was clouded by his glasses, so he took them off. He turned around and saw that Bridget was gaping at him as though his nose had fallen off.
"uh. how do I look?"
He noticed that his voice was still the same,
"Wow." She said, finally getting her lips to work.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_In Prong's Hideout One Hour Later_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
"Why isn't it whearing off?" Harry asked, starting to panic. The potion should have worn off by now.
"I don't know! Ask Hermoine, she could tell you!"
"What do I do if I can't change back?"
"well."
"Well what?"
"It's likely that the ministry could have you executed."
"WHY????"
"Drow are classified as beasts because the ministry hates them, and therefore they can kill you. The only reason that drow still exist is because they live in the underwould."
"So if I get caught,"
"you'll have to go to the underworld."
Okay, here's the poll:
A: Magical objects B: More about Dad C: About Mom D: Travel to Underworld E: They catch Osama bin Laden
You'll never get to the story!
Never!
Not there yet!
Wanna see how the poll went?
A (search the hideout): 1 B (find out about Harry's Mom): 1 C (Magical objects): 1 D (they invade Poland): 2
I said not to vote for Poland!!!
You still ain't there!
I am the epitome of evyl!
EVYL!!!!!!!
Okay here it is:
The End
What you're still here?
GO AWAY!!!
Oh, all right.
Mucho Grande Problamo
"Do you mean that I won't be me?" Harry asked
"How should I know? But if your dad was drow than that explains why my dad killed him! Drow are one of the most magical creatures in the world! One drow hair is twice as powerfull as unicorn hair, dragon heartstrings, or pheonix feathers. If your dad beat his evil side, than he must have been exceptionally strong. But There's one question on my mind. Why do you look human?"
"Maybe there's a spell on me?"
"Could be, but it would have to be very powerful, to last fourteen years. But what if."
She pulled a small emerald studded dagger out of her pocket and cut of a bit of his hair.
"Why did you do that?"
She didn't answer but told him to look at the hair.
They waited a few minutes for something to happen, but nothing did.
"Well I guess that didn't work." She said.
"Look." Harry said, something was certainly happening now. There was a sizzling sound and the hair started to smoke heavily for a few minutes they couldn't even see because of the smoke. Finally the smoke cleared and on the desk there was a lock of curl, stark white hair.
"D***" she whispered "White, Drow nobility. A ruling family, probably Menzzobaranzan."
"What are you talking about?"
"That spell could where off any day! What would the wizard community think? Harry Potter a drow! If I could just strengthen the spell."
"Are you telling me that this isn't my real face?!?!?"
"In a word, yes."
"Is there any way to let me see myself?"
"Probably, but I think you are better off Human. Drow are shunned Harry, you would probably be killed or driven into the Under World."
"Under world?"
"How ignorant are you? You think this place is even half safe? The Under World is a name given to the caverns hundreds of miles under the surface. About two thousands y years ago the wizards drove the other intelligent races from the surface, dwarves, elves, drow, gnomes, halflings, sprites, orcs, ogres, and goblins. They all live under the ground now, Drow being the prime race there, as they are the most adept to darkness. Elves have underground forests, but many have returned to the surface. The others have smaller societies that live it fear of the Drow. Sshamath is the most powerful moral city down there. Strangely it's ruled by Drow, all of them rebels and outcasts."
"But how can I find out how I realy look?"
"well. I know, maybe If I put one of these hairs in a Polyjuice potion you could chande for an hour."
"But I'd have to wait for months!"
"no, my dad has me carry some with me just in case."
"Why?"
"I'm his spy, remember?"
"oh yeah,"
"here."
She reached into her book bag and pulled out a vile. She dropped the white hairs into it and the potion turned pitch black. He held his nose and gulped it down, almost gagging.
He felt the same feeling of melting he felt the last time he used polyjuice. He looked at his hands as they started to darken to nearly grayish-black and his hair grew down to his shoulders, also changing, but instead to stark white. His Eyes, though he couldn't see the turned from emerald green to shining violet, and he got slightly taller.
After he changed he turned to look in the mirror and found his vision was clouded by his glasses, so he took them off. He turned around and saw that Bridget was gaping at him as though his nose had fallen off.
"uh. how do I look?"
He noticed that his voice was still the same,
"Wow." She said, finally getting her lips to work.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_In Prong's Hideout One Hour Later_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
"Why isn't it whearing off?" Harry asked, starting to panic. The potion should have worn off by now.
"I don't know! Ask Hermoine, she could tell you!"
"What do I do if I can't change back?"
"well."
"Well what?"
"It's likely that the ministry could have you executed."
"WHY????"
"Drow are classified as beasts because the ministry hates them, and therefore they can kill you. The only reason that drow still exist is because they live in the underwould."
"So if I get caught,"
"you'll have to go to the underworld."
Okay, here's the poll:
A: Magical objects B: More about Dad C: About Mom D: Travel to Underworld E: They catch Osama bin Laden