A/N: Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Dave, Dorothy and Lianne.
The characters from Harry Potter (who will come into the story eventually,
I promise.) are not mine. Sorry this chapter is so short. Please review, I
want to know that somebody reads it!
Tell me my story
"Tell me a story, Mr. D!"
"Ah!" Sighed Dave Dodge. "Little Lianne, you know every story that I know, and you know them much better than I do!"
"Tell me. about." Lianne thought for a moment. "Tell me about that night that I arrived! And don't forget the details!"
"All right, I give in." Her foster father laughed. "It was a dark and stormy night," He began. "Me and Dorothy were peacefully reading in the den when there was a knock at the door. I went and opened it to find a timid and bedraggled looking young man standing there with, nothing other than, a baby in his arms! I offered that he come in out of the rain but he said he wouldn't be long with me and would rather just stay here, if that's alright. I was told that the child's parents had been killed tragically murdered, he wasn't sure whom by, and he'd heard we were looking to adopt so he thought he'd come by. And indeed we were! I took the child at once, never a second thought, and took her in to warm her up. The young man followed tentatively behind me, seeming quite unreasonable scared. I talked to him a bit more with him. He was a friend of the little girls parents. Her name was Lianne. Then suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, he grabbed his biceps and looked at me with the widest eyes you've ever seen! Then he turned and ran into the woods without another word. It was very rude really!" Dave smiled, then leaned over and ruffled Lianne's hair. "G'night Lili."
"G'night Mr. D. Love you."
"Love you too, sweets." He stood and began to walk out of the room.
"Mr. D?"
"Yes, Lianne?"
When can I change my name to Lianna Dodge?"
"Tomorrow if you'd like, honey. Though, in all honesty, I don't see why you want to. Lianne Dodge doesn't sound nearly as nice as Lianne Potter."
Tell me my story
"Tell me a story, Mr. D!"
"Ah!" Sighed Dave Dodge. "Little Lianne, you know every story that I know, and you know them much better than I do!"
"Tell me. about." Lianne thought for a moment. "Tell me about that night that I arrived! And don't forget the details!"
"All right, I give in." Her foster father laughed. "It was a dark and stormy night," He began. "Me and Dorothy were peacefully reading in the den when there was a knock at the door. I went and opened it to find a timid and bedraggled looking young man standing there with, nothing other than, a baby in his arms! I offered that he come in out of the rain but he said he wouldn't be long with me and would rather just stay here, if that's alright. I was told that the child's parents had been killed tragically murdered, he wasn't sure whom by, and he'd heard we were looking to adopt so he thought he'd come by. And indeed we were! I took the child at once, never a second thought, and took her in to warm her up. The young man followed tentatively behind me, seeming quite unreasonable scared. I talked to him a bit more with him. He was a friend of the little girls parents. Her name was Lianne. Then suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, he grabbed his biceps and looked at me with the widest eyes you've ever seen! Then he turned and ran into the woods without another word. It was very rude really!" Dave smiled, then leaned over and ruffled Lianne's hair. "G'night Lili."
"G'night Mr. D. Love you."
"Love you too, sweets." He stood and began to walk out of the room.
"Mr. D?"
"Yes, Lianne?"
When can I change my name to Lianna Dodge?"
"Tomorrow if you'd like, honey. Though, in all honesty, I don't see why you want to. Lianne Dodge doesn't sound nearly as nice as Lianne Potter."