Title: We Call Him Sunshine (01)
Author name: Divine
Author email: DAngell666@aol.com
Category: Humor
Sub Category: Action/Adventure
Keywords: Rarry Germione
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, FB, QTTA
Summary: The difference between reality and fantasy is only in
your head, as Rarry Tarter finds out. His search for magic leads him to
things beyond his imagination.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and
Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended. Rarry, Germione, and most other characters
are mine.
Author notes: Thanks to Angelica who gave me this awfully cute
little bunny and to Rene who helped me feed it. Hope you like it and
don't forget to tell me what you think!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Muggles for Harry
"Germione!! Germione. Where are you?" said Rarry Tarter as he
searched for his girlfriend, in his dirty two roomed flat. Rarry was a
slender man of 29. His green contacts clashed with his purposely untidy
dark brown hair.
Of course, Rarry wasn't his original name. About 4 years ago he fell
deeply in love with the books by J. K. Rowling. So deep was his passion
for those books that they were his entire life. Day and night all he
thought of was his beloved magical world. He had even changed his name
from Bruce J. Warrington to Rarry Tarter.
Rarry was a name he was very proud to hold. It came from his
brilliant, witty head. He couldn't think of a better name that would
combine the names Harry and Ron together; except for maybe Ronarry, but
it would be to late to change it now. Tarter, however, was a name that
popped into his head. Similar to when one loses something, and when not
thinking of it, immediately remembers where it is. It just somehow fit
with Rarry.
He was introduced to the book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's
Stone while casually searching a book shop. He heard that it was
quite a good read, so he bought the book. He thought that was the point
that changed his life. He soon became attached to the books, and
reality was replaced with fantasy.
He was young and naive before he read the canon. He believed in
politics, law, order and most of all love at first sight. He saw the
beauty of a life with magic, and since then on was in a search to
discover it.
His first true act to show his love for the series was the writing.
He had gotten each of the books tattooed onto his arm. What Rarry
thought showed his loyalties even more was the larger-than-life tattoo
of J.K. Rowling's face that he had on his back. What was so special
about this tattoo was that when he broadened his shoulders JKR's eyes
would widen, and when he scrunched his shoulders, one eye would wink.
He even managed to tattoo two scars on his temples.
"Germione!" he screamed out once again, his voice woven with a bit
of fear.
"What?" Germione replied, obviously quite annoyed. She went to the
threshold of their bedroom and casually leaned upon it. She was a
fairly pretty 24 year old, with bushy brown hair and mystical brown
eyes. Germione Chang was one of a kind. She started dating Rarry about
15 months ago, and thoroughly enjoyed his company.
They had met while camping out in front of a book shop, waiting for
Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire to be released. Germione had
unfortunately been at the back of queue and was desperate to get the
book for it had all sold out, so after Rarry had purchased it, and was
walking out of the shop, his nose in the book, she had jumped from
behind him and stolen it. Rarry obviously wasn't going to take that,
and ran after her. He eventually caught up, and stole the book back.
They both had the row of their lives, screaming and frantically waving
arms on who should keep the book. They somehow ended on the decision to
share it, and their love for each other started there.
"Germione dear, are you coming to the meeting with me?" Rarry asked,
a hint of persuasiveness in his voice. Every week on Wednesday evenings
he led the meetings. The meetings were strictly about anything Harry
Potter. About 89 members went to the meetings, their age varying from
the youngest, 12, to the oldest, 78. Rarry was very proud to have
founded the group. He called it Muggles for Harry.
"Er... I'm not sure. Do you think that I should?"
"Well, it's up to you. But I would never mind your company."
Germione sighed deeply and went on. "Sure. Why not." And with that
she went back into the room, slammed the door in his face, and got
ready to go outside. Rarry was a bit surprised, but he went to his
moldy brown couch, and jumped upon it.
What was he going to say in the meeting? He wasn't very sure. While
surfing through channels on the tube, he found it. He would discuss the
deeper side of Severus Snape, and if there was a possibility that there
might have ever been a relationship between him and Lily Evans. He had
another idea to discuss roaming in his head, and he was sure he would
use it.
Germione finally left the room after a half an hour. She was dressed
in slightly tight blue jeans and nicely fitting black sweater. Her hair
was pulled back in a messy ponytail, with bits of hair wildly refusing
to be tamed, sticking out.
Rarry, who was dressed in khakis and a "Slytherin" shirt, with
creepy eyes in the center of it, looked over to her. Her face was
glowing, and he was amazed that she could still keep a tan at this time
of the year.
"Well? Are we going to leave, or are you gonna stare at me like some
maniac all evening?" she said, quite annoyed.
"Um, yeah." Rarry said, not distinguishing wether he thought they
should leave or if he was going continue to look at Germione. It was
quite obvious that he hadn't listened to a word that she had said.
Germione stared him down, daring him to say more. He quickly looked
away and said, "Let's go."
They went out of the flat, headed down the stairs, and to where his
parked car was. It was a blue Ford Anglia, the exact same kind that
Arthur Weasley had charmed into flying. It was Rarry's most prized
possession.
He seated himself, and waited for Germione to get in, then took out
his keys, which he had strapped onto his khakis (he had heard of
wizards that put shrinking spells on the keys so that eventually it
would shrink to nothingness and the owner would never find them) and
put them in the ignition to start the car.
Immediately the radio in the car began playing the ending of "Time
After Time" in which a middle-aged woman repeatedley sang the words
time after time, much to Rarry's annoyance.
"Can she just shut up!" He blurted out the 10th time she repeated
time after time.
He banged onto the radio so that it was playing another American
80's song.
"Blast the thing," And with another bang the radio was quite. "Did
you put it onto that dreadful station?" He said, turning his head to
face Germione.
"Why do you think that I did it?"
"Just a question." He replied, a bit of spite woven in.
They drove for about another 15 minutes to an old abandoned
warehouse on the outskirts of the town.
Rarry had found the warehouse while taking one of his drives around
the town. He liked to do this, it cleared his head and gave him time to
reflect on the days' events. He usually called this The Drive of
Enlightenment.
They parked by the warehouse, and then entered it, slowly opening
the door to make sure it would not fall over. It was a large gray
building that used to manufacture clothing. After about a century of
being in use it's employees (little 5-12 year olds) revolted, and won
the battle. Since then it was forsaken and thought to be haunted. It
was in awful condition: metal beams that were supposed to support the
building on the floor with one end hanging loosely by a bolt, cobwebs
on every imaginable area, broken windows with glass pieces still on the
floor, long forgotten.
They slowly creeped along the deserted terrain as if someone nearby
was sleeping, and wasn't to be awaken. They stepped over a few metal
bars, and then reached their destination.
They opened the old wooden door and let themselves in, trying their
best to quietly close the door behind them. The room was a good 30 to
40 feet long and about 60 feet wide. Rarry had no idea why a factory
would have such a tremendous chamber, but apparently it did, and it was
his good luck that he found it. It was the perfect area to hold
meetings. At what Rarry thought was the front of the room was his desk
upon which he discussed his meetings. The grey walls clashed with the
burnt sienna podium and it's metalic blue seats. They stepped across
the room, Rarry nearly tripping around one of the many seats that
stretched amongst the sullen chamber.
He sat on the left seat while Germione took the seat to the right of
him. Together they waited in silence for the other constituents to
arrive. Slowly the seats began to fill. Together they were king and
queen among an army of recipients.
Once everyone had arrived they began.
"Welcome. I'm glad to see that all you have returned," he began a
bit awkwardly, he was never sure how to start these things. "We have
many a thing to talk about. Before I begin, would anyone like to raise
some topics?"
A number of hands shot up into the air, and Rarry quietly laughed to
himself, smirking, for this reminded him, or rather seemed to him like
something that Hermione would do when she new the answer to questions,
or just wanted to share information with the class... or brag,
depending upon the way you look upon it. Hmmm... he thought
another great topic to share...
"Yes... number.... number 83?" he asked. In the group they used
numbers, names didn't work well with Rarry and plus names were often
deceiving; numbers were friendly and welcoming.
"Well, I wanted to say..." he began, but suddenly bursted in a
fervent. "That Rowling woman is taking her sweet, precious,
I'm-the-Goddess-of-the-World-and-can-Take-However-Long-I-Wish-to-Take
time on finishing the 5th book!! She was supposed to be finished with
it last summer!! They say she isn't even done with the manuscript! And
then they have to publish it-"
By now the noise in the room had enhanced so that it drowned the
middle-aged man's voice. Shouts were streaming across the chamber, each
threatening, and a bit frightening.
"Let her take her time!! The longer we wait the better it
will be!!" He heard one woman saying.
"What if she never finishes it?"
"What if she... " Gulp. "Dies?"
Panic swallowed the room whole and more conversations started, each
resulting in the speakers looking daggers at each other. Rarry was sure
that if looks could kill the whole of them would be in a Harry Potter
paradise searching for Lily Evans and James Potter.
Finally he decided to stop the nonsense.
"Muggles! Muggles! Listen up!!" He tried, but like Eden's Crush,
didn't have much success. "LOOK, IT'S HARRY POTTER!!!!" He screamed out
in a vain attempt to draw attention to himself so that the crowd would
stop screaming. He ended up regretting that because the moment they all
turned their heads to area at the far end of the room by the door, and
realized that their God wasn't there they began shrieking again, and
with a vengeance.
Rarry, deciding that nothing would really do any good to stop them
from debating, let them wallow in their anxiousness and grief, and soon
the din diminished to nothing but a hoarse whisper, for now the greater
of them had lost their voices.
"Listen, let us not jinx the cause. I'm sure that Jo won't die, she
has to much protection, what with body guards and - "
"But. but! She keeps all the chapters in her home by lock and key!!
No one would be able to get it!! It'll just be there for the
rest of eternity and we won't have any way to get it! It'll be pure
pain and torture!" Screamed a young teenager, her tight bun oddly
resembling that of Proffessor McGonagall's.
"I'm sure that some one would be able to pick it open. No worries.
Anyway, there are always fanfictions. Some are even better than the
actual books, a lot of them, actually... " He continued to ponder.
"Those are from some one's imagination. They are all alternate
universe, they aren't the truth! They'll never be! We need to know the
ending in J.K.'s mind, and nothing can compare to that!" A young man
spoke.
Quite suddenly Germione stood up. "Listen," she said irratibly.
"Rowling will not die, not any soon anyways. And if she is due
soon, we can always go to a divination specialist to check up on it.
Even if she does die, then no worries because the rest of you can
finally get on with your lives and stop with this childish obsession of
yours. Okay?"
They all suddenly seemed to be interested in either the floor or
ceiling, shuffling their feet. They knew she was right, they did
have to get over the Harry Potter universe, but could never seem to
get themselves to it. After years of reading the actual canon, or it's
fics in between, they seemed to have strayed from the social party.
Life just seemed more fun when they had their nose in a good book and
not caring what other people thought about them, well, to them it
did.
"End of discussion then," she concluded, with an air of knowledge
and vain that only she could escape with. She reached her seat again
and resplendently sat upon it.
"Er... yes. We'll have to go on then. Er... any other topics, that
any of you would like to raise?" Rarry spoke inaptly, in a soft tone.
He looked around the room for any hand that would be raised. It was
quite obvious that all of them were uncomfortable for being told off
like that. In all their hearts there was a bit of shame they held for
being obsessed with a children's book, but you have to admit it
is a good read.
"Well, if it's alright with you," Germione spoke with spirit and
pomp. "I have a good topic to bring up. All of you remember Virginia
Weasley and Lily Evans?" The crowd nodded timidly. "Well, do you also
notice the resemblance between them?" With more enthusiasm, they nodded
once again. "I was thinking, that maybe Virginia is the reincarnation of Lilian Evans."
********
"Reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation?"
"What?"
The majority of them could hardly grasp the concept that perhaps
Lily and Ginny were connected by a spiritual link. It was odd and new,
so they really didn't like the idea.
"But..."
Slowly as the belief was absorbed by their minds they began to see
how that could quite possibly be true.
"You see Virginia and Lilian do not only hold similar physical
features, they both seem to be kind-"
"But we haven't much information on both Lily and Ginny.
Ginny has been more reserved for the better part of the cannon. Her
true personality has rarely shown through and Lily is dead, so how can
we possibly know how she acts?" Number 57 interrupted Germione.
"But-" She began.
"And quite obviously they have different tastes. You see, inevitably
Ginny will end up with Draco while Lily prefers Gryffindors such as
James."
Germione furrowed her brows, simply trying to comprehend why
Ginny would go out with Draco and where he got that idea. Nowhere
in the cannon did it even suggest that that would come to
be.
Her mouth was slightly open contorting her face to recommend that
she was slightly awed by number 57's stupidity. Rarry oddly wanted to
stick the pencil in his hand into her mouth just to annoy her.
"Did any of you guys see the movie?" A young, blond girl asked.
"What kind of question is that? We're in a Harry Potter Fanatic's
group for Dumbledore's sake, all of us have seen the movie," a
brunette responded.
"Eight times at least," A childlike voice piped up.
"Yeah, and it bombed."
"Completely and utterly horrible."
"And what was that part with the owl thing? Remember when Harry, in
the middle of the movie, came out with Hedwig and she flew off? What
was that all about?"
"I know it made no sense."
The room was filled with idle comments, pleasant to the ears. Not
like the shouts that had issued from their mouths before.
"And while I was waiting for the trailer to come out I read this
paper that showed a picture of Flitwick and how they thought it was
Dumbledore!!" A middle-aged red head said rather loudly.
"How can anyone confuse Dumbledore and Flitwick? One is
really short one is really tall. One has a long beard, one doesn't,"
Number 39 responded.
"And what did they do about it. Somebody must have," A sunny
old woman spoke. She reminded Harry of his Grandmother, who was also a
Harry Potter muse and unfortunately had died a year ago.
"They gave her an award," the red head uttered.
"How could they possibly have given her an award?"
"What, for Stupidest Person of the year?"
"Relax yourselves," she said, waving her hands in a motion for them
all to sit down. "They gave her the Vernon Dursley award given only to
those who, like Vernon Dursley, show no respect to Harry Potter."
Some broke into a quiet, knowing chuckle and others responded by
saying she deserved it.
"It would be nice if we could go to Hogwarts," sighed a middle-aged
brunette. "I would love to know what House I would be sorted into, and
be taught by McGonnagal, and Snape, and Hagrid... and all of the
Hogwarts Proffessors," Her eyes were distant, and it was obvious she
was dreaming.
"Wait are you saying that Hogwarts doesn't exist?" Rarry answered.
His eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for someone in the audience
who would tell him otherwise.
"Well, of course it doesn't exist, child," an old man responded, his
long white beard resembling that of Dumbledore's. "Did you actually
think it did?" Now he looked concerned.
"Oh, er... Well how would any of you know? You're all Muggles, you
wouldn't be able to see it anyway!" Rarry refused to believe it.
Hogwarts was real, and he would prove it, somehow, someway...
End of Chapter 1
Disclaimer 2: Muggles for Harry is loosely based upon the many
Harry Potter Fandoms I have visited and participated in. The Vernon
Dursley Award is an actual award distributed by the Leaky
Cauldron. And yes, unfortunately (but to my great amusement)
someone really did win it for mistaking Dumbledore with Flitwick. At
the moment the site is under renovation, so I am unable to include a
link, but I will do so once it's up and running again.
A/N 2: Thank you to those who have been so patiently waiting the
release of this fic. I'm finally done with the first chapter Ghandi G!!
Aren't you so proud? Thank you to Jemini who beta-ed and while your
waiting for chapter two, go read The Wrath of Revenge by Jemini, you're
bound to be hooked. And don't forget to review. The more reviews I get,
the better I write, and the better story you recieve.
Author name: Divine
Author email: DAngell666@aol.com
Category: Humor
Sub Category: Action/Adventure
Keywords: Rarry Germione
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, FB, QTTA
Summary: The difference between reality and fantasy is only in
your head, as Rarry Tarter finds out. His search for magic leads him to
things beyond his imagination.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and
Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended. Rarry, Germione, and most other characters
are mine.
Author notes: Thanks to Angelica who gave me this awfully cute
little bunny and to Rene who helped me feed it. Hope you like it and
don't forget to tell me what you think!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Muggles for Harry
"Germione!! Germione. Where are you?" said Rarry Tarter as he
searched for his girlfriend, in his dirty two roomed flat. Rarry was a
slender man of 29. His green contacts clashed with his purposely untidy
dark brown hair.
Of course, Rarry wasn't his original name. About 4 years ago he fell
deeply in love with the books by J. K. Rowling. So deep was his passion
for those books that they were his entire life. Day and night all he
thought of was his beloved magical world. He had even changed his name
from Bruce J. Warrington to Rarry Tarter.
Rarry was a name he was very proud to hold. It came from his
brilliant, witty head. He couldn't think of a better name that would
combine the names Harry and Ron together; except for maybe Ronarry, but
it would be to late to change it now. Tarter, however, was a name that
popped into his head. Similar to when one loses something, and when not
thinking of it, immediately remembers where it is. It just somehow fit
with Rarry.
He was introduced to the book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's
Stone while casually searching a book shop. He heard that it was
quite a good read, so he bought the book. He thought that was the point
that changed his life. He soon became attached to the books, and
reality was replaced with fantasy.
He was young and naive before he read the canon. He believed in
politics, law, order and most of all love at first sight. He saw the
beauty of a life with magic, and since then on was in a search to
discover it.
His first true act to show his love for the series was the writing.
He had gotten each of the books tattooed onto his arm. What Rarry
thought showed his loyalties even more was the larger-than-life tattoo
of J.K. Rowling's face that he had on his back. What was so special
about this tattoo was that when he broadened his shoulders JKR's eyes
would widen, and when he scrunched his shoulders, one eye would wink.
He even managed to tattoo two scars on his temples.
"Germione!" he screamed out once again, his voice woven with a bit
of fear.
"What?" Germione replied, obviously quite annoyed. She went to the
threshold of their bedroom and casually leaned upon it. She was a
fairly pretty 24 year old, with bushy brown hair and mystical brown
eyes. Germione Chang was one of a kind. She started dating Rarry about
15 months ago, and thoroughly enjoyed his company.
They had met while camping out in front of a book shop, waiting for
Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire to be released. Germione had
unfortunately been at the back of queue and was desperate to get the
book for it had all sold out, so after Rarry had purchased it, and was
walking out of the shop, his nose in the book, she had jumped from
behind him and stolen it. Rarry obviously wasn't going to take that,
and ran after her. He eventually caught up, and stole the book back.
They both had the row of their lives, screaming and frantically waving
arms on who should keep the book. They somehow ended on the decision to
share it, and their love for each other started there.
"Germione dear, are you coming to the meeting with me?" Rarry asked,
a hint of persuasiveness in his voice. Every week on Wednesday evenings
he led the meetings. The meetings were strictly about anything Harry
Potter. About 89 members went to the meetings, their age varying from
the youngest, 12, to the oldest, 78. Rarry was very proud to have
founded the group. He called it Muggles for Harry.
"Er... I'm not sure. Do you think that I should?"
"Well, it's up to you. But I would never mind your company."
Germione sighed deeply and went on. "Sure. Why not." And with that
she went back into the room, slammed the door in his face, and got
ready to go outside. Rarry was a bit surprised, but he went to his
moldy brown couch, and jumped upon it.
What was he going to say in the meeting? He wasn't very sure. While
surfing through channels on the tube, he found it. He would discuss the
deeper side of Severus Snape, and if there was a possibility that there
might have ever been a relationship between him and Lily Evans. He had
another idea to discuss roaming in his head, and he was sure he would
use it.
Germione finally left the room after a half an hour. She was dressed
in slightly tight blue jeans and nicely fitting black sweater. Her hair
was pulled back in a messy ponytail, with bits of hair wildly refusing
to be tamed, sticking out.
Rarry, who was dressed in khakis and a "Slytherin" shirt, with
creepy eyes in the center of it, looked over to her. Her face was
glowing, and he was amazed that she could still keep a tan at this time
of the year.
"Well? Are we going to leave, or are you gonna stare at me like some
maniac all evening?" she said, quite annoyed.
"Um, yeah." Rarry said, not distinguishing wether he thought they
should leave or if he was going continue to look at Germione. It was
quite obvious that he hadn't listened to a word that she had said.
Germione stared him down, daring him to say more. He quickly looked
away and said, "Let's go."
They went out of the flat, headed down the stairs, and to where his
parked car was. It was a blue Ford Anglia, the exact same kind that
Arthur Weasley had charmed into flying. It was Rarry's most prized
possession.
He seated himself, and waited for Germione to get in, then took out
his keys, which he had strapped onto his khakis (he had heard of
wizards that put shrinking spells on the keys so that eventually it
would shrink to nothingness and the owner would never find them) and
put them in the ignition to start the car.
Immediately the radio in the car began playing the ending of "Time
After Time" in which a middle-aged woman repeatedley sang the words
time after time, much to Rarry's annoyance.
"Can she just shut up!" He blurted out the 10th time she repeated
time after time.
He banged onto the radio so that it was playing another American
80's song.
"Blast the thing," And with another bang the radio was quite. "Did
you put it onto that dreadful station?" He said, turning his head to
face Germione.
"Why do you think that I did it?"
"Just a question." He replied, a bit of spite woven in.
They drove for about another 15 minutes to an old abandoned
warehouse on the outskirts of the town.
Rarry had found the warehouse while taking one of his drives around
the town. He liked to do this, it cleared his head and gave him time to
reflect on the days' events. He usually called this The Drive of
Enlightenment.
They parked by the warehouse, and then entered it, slowly opening
the door to make sure it would not fall over. It was a large gray
building that used to manufacture clothing. After about a century of
being in use it's employees (little 5-12 year olds) revolted, and won
the battle. Since then it was forsaken and thought to be haunted. It
was in awful condition: metal beams that were supposed to support the
building on the floor with one end hanging loosely by a bolt, cobwebs
on every imaginable area, broken windows with glass pieces still on the
floor, long forgotten.
They slowly creeped along the deserted terrain as if someone nearby
was sleeping, and wasn't to be awaken. They stepped over a few metal
bars, and then reached their destination.
They opened the old wooden door and let themselves in, trying their
best to quietly close the door behind them. The room was a good 30 to
40 feet long and about 60 feet wide. Rarry had no idea why a factory
would have such a tremendous chamber, but apparently it did, and it was
his good luck that he found it. It was the perfect area to hold
meetings. At what Rarry thought was the front of the room was his desk
upon which he discussed his meetings. The grey walls clashed with the
burnt sienna podium and it's metalic blue seats. They stepped across
the room, Rarry nearly tripping around one of the many seats that
stretched amongst the sullen chamber.
He sat on the left seat while Germione took the seat to the right of
him. Together they waited in silence for the other constituents to
arrive. Slowly the seats began to fill. Together they were king and
queen among an army of recipients.
Once everyone had arrived they began.
"Welcome. I'm glad to see that all you have returned," he began a
bit awkwardly, he was never sure how to start these things. "We have
many a thing to talk about. Before I begin, would anyone like to raise
some topics?"
A number of hands shot up into the air, and Rarry quietly laughed to
himself, smirking, for this reminded him, or rather seemed to him like
something that Hermione would do when she new the answer to questions,
or just wanted to share information with the class... or brag,
depending upon the way you look upon it. Hmmm... he thought
another great topic to share...
"Yes... number.... number 83?" he asked. In the group they used
numbers, names didn't work well with Rarry and plus names were often
deceiving; numbers were friendly and welcoming.
"Well, I wanted to say..." he began, but suddenly bursted in a
fervent. "That Rowling woman is taking her sweet, precious,
I'm-the-Goddess-of-the-World-and-can-Take-However-Long-I-Wish-to-Take
time on finishing the 5th book!! She was supposed to be finished with
it last summer!! They say she isn't even done with the manuscript! And
then they have to publish it-"
By now the noise in the room had enhanced so that it drowned the
middle-aged man's voice. Shouts were streaming across the chamber, each
threatening, and a bit frightening.
"Let her take her time!! The longer we wait the better it
will be!!" He heard one woman saying.
"What if she never finishes it?"
"What if she... " Gulp. "Dies?"
Panic swallowed the room whole and more conversations started, each
resulting in the speakers looking daggers at each other. Rarry was sure
that if looks could kill the whole of them would be in a Harry Potter
paradise searching for Lily Evans and James Potter.
Finally he decided to stop the nonsense.
"Muggles! Muggles! Listen up!!" He tried, but like Eden's Crush,
didn't have much success. "LOOK, IT'S HARRY POTTER!!!!" He screamed out
in a vain attempt to draw attention to himself so that the crowd would
stop screaming. He ended up regretting that because the moment they all
turned their heads to area at the far end of the room by the door, and
realized that their God wasn't there they began shrieking again, and
with a vengeance.
Rarry, deciding that nothing would really do any good to stop them
from debating, let them wallow in their anxiousness and grief, and soon
the din diminished to nothing but a hoarse whisper, for now the greater
of them had lost their voices.
"Listen, let us not jinx the cause. I'm sure that Jo won't die, she
has to much protection, what with body guards and - "
"But. but! She keeps all the chapters in her home by lock and key!!
No one would be able to get it!! It'll just be there for the
rest of eternity and we won't have any way to get it! It'll be pure
pain and torture!" Screamed a young teenager, her tight bun oddly
resembling that of Proffessor McGonagall's.
"I'm sure that some one would be able to pick it open. No worries.
Anyway, there are always fanfictions. Some are even better than the
actual books, a lot of them, actually... " He continued to ponder.
"Those are from some one's imagination. They are all alternate
universe, they aren't the truth! They'll never be! We need to know the
ending in J.K.'s mind, and nothing can compare to that!" A young man
spoke.
Quite suddenly Germione stood up. "Listen," she said irratibly.
"Rowling will not die, not any soon anyways. And if she is due
soon, we can always go to a divination specialist to check up on it.
Even if she does die, then no worries because the rest of you can
finally get on with your lives and stop with this childish obsession of
yours. Okay?"
They all suddenly seemed to be interested in either the floor or
ceiling, shuffling their feet. They knew she was right, they did
have to get over the Harry Potter universe, but could never seem to
get themselves to it. After years of reading the actual canon, or it's
fics in between, they seemed to have strayed from the social party.
Life just seemed more fun when they had their nose in a good book and
not caring what other people thought about them, well, to them it
did.
"End of discussion then," she concluded, with an air of knowledge
and vain that only she could escape with. She reached her seat again
and resplendently sat upon it.
"Er... yes. We'll have to go on then. Er... any other topics, that
any of you would like to raise?" Rarry spoke inaptly, in a soft tone.
He looked around the room for any hand that would be raised. It was
quite obvious that all of them were uncomfortable for being told off
like that. In all their hearts there was a bit of shame they held for
being obsessed with a children's book, but you have to admit it
is a good read.
"Well, if it's alright with you," Germione spoke with spirit and
pomp. "I have a good topic to bring up. All of you remember Virginia
Weasley and Lily Evans?" The crowd nodded timidly. "Well, do you also
notice the resemblance between them?" With more enthusiasm, they nodded
once again. "I was thinking, that maybe Virginia is the reincarnation of Lilian Evans."
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"Reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation?"
"What?"
The majority of them could hardly grasp the concept that perhaps
Lily and Ginny were connected by a spiritual link. It was odd and new,
so they really didn't like the idea.
"But..."
Slowly as the belief was absorbed by their minds they began to see
how that could quite possibly be true.
"You see Virginia and Lilian do not only hold similar physical
features, they both seem to be kind-"
"But we haven't much information on both Lily and Ginny.
Ginny has been more reserved for the better part of the cannon. Her
true personality has rarely shown through and Lily is dead, so how can
we possibly know how she acts?" Number 57 interrupted Germione.
"But-" She began.
"And quite obviously they have different tastes. You see, inevitably
Ginny will end up with Draco while Lily prefers Gryffindors such as
James."
Germione furrowed her brows, simply trying to comprehend why
Ginny would go out with Draco and where he got that idea. Nowhere
in the cannon did it even suggest that that would come to
be.
Her mouth was slightly open contorting her face to recommend that
she was slightly awed by number 57's stupidity. Rarry oddly wanted to
stick the pencil in his hand into her mouth just to annoy her.
"Did any of you guys see the movie?" A young, blond girl asked.
"What kind of question is that? We're in a Harry Potter Fanatic's
group for Dumbledore's sake, all of us have seen the movie," a
brunette responded.
"Eight times at least," A childlike voice piped up.
"Yeah, and it bombed."
"Completely and utterly horrible."
"And what was that part with the owl thing? Remember when Harry, in
the middle of the movie, came out with Hedwig and she flew off? What
was that all about?"
"I know it made no sense."
The room was filled with idle comments, pleasant to the ears. Not
like the shouts that had issued from their mouths before.
"And while I was waiting for the trailer to come out I read this
paper that showed a picture of Flitwick and how they thought it was
Dumbledore!!" A middle-aged red head said rather loudly.
"How can anyone confuse Dumbledore and Flitwick? One is
really short one is really tall. One has a long beard, one doesn't,"
Number 39 responded.
"And what did they do about it. Somebody must have," A sunny
old woman spoke. She reminded Harry of his Grandmother, who was also a
Harry Potter muse and unfortunately had died a year ago.
"They gave her an award," the red head uttered.
"How could they possibly have given her an award?"
"What, for Stupidest Person of the year?"
"Relax yourselves," she said, waving her hands in a motion for them
all to sit down. "They gave her the Vernon Dursley award given only to
those who, like Vernon Dursley, show no respect to Harry Potter."
Some broke into a quiet, knowing chuckle and others responded by
saying she deserved it.
"It would be nice if we could go to Hogwarts," sighed a middle-aged
brunette. "I would love to know what House I would be sorted into, and
be taught by McGonnagal, and Snape, and Hagrid... and all of the
Hogwarts Proffessors," Her eyes were distant, and it was obvious she
was dreaming.
"Wait are you saying that Hogwarts doesn't exist?" Rarry answered.
His eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for someone in the audience
who would tell him otherwise.
"Well, of course it doesn't exist, child," an old man responded, his
long white beard resembling that of Dumbledore's. "Did you actually
think it did?" Now he looked concerned.
"Oh, er... Well how would any of you know? You're all Muggles, you
wouldn't be able to see it anyway!" Rarry refused to believe it.
Hogwarts was real, and he would prove it, somehow, someway...
End of Chapter 1
Disclaimer 2: Muggles for Harry is loosely based upon the many
Harry Potter Fandoms I have visited and participated in. The Vernon
Dursley Award is an actual award distributed by the Leaky
Cauldron. And yes, unfortunately (but to my great amusement)
someone really did win it for mistaking Dumbledore with Flitwick. At
the moment the site is under renovation, so I am unable to include a
link, but I will do so once it's up and running again.
A/N 2: Thank you to those who have been so patiently waiting the
release of this fic. I'm finally done with the first chapter Ghandi G!!
Aren't you so proud? Thank you to Jemini who beta-ed and while your
waiting for chapter two, go read The Wrath of Revenge by Jemini, you're
bound to be hooked. And don't forget to review. The more reviews I get,
the better I write, and the better story you recieve.