Disc. Harry Potter and the other characters are not mine(even though I wish
they were) so don't sue me!!! But my made-up character IS mine so go
away!!!
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Harry Potter and the Girl From Beauxbatons
(Did I spell that right?)
By: spy*chick
Chapter 1: Leaving the Dursleys
"Mum!!!" screamed Duddly Dursley from upstairs, "He's doing you-know- what again!" A large, fat boy came running, as fast as his thick legs could carry him, down the stairs. To some people-basically himself- he was running for his dear life. And to others-mainly all of us- he looked like a large pig in a wig bouncing down the stairs.
Petunia, Duddly's mom, ran out of the kitchen and started storming up the stairs. Petunia was a bony-faced woman with brown hair and didn't look a thing like her son. The only thing they have in common was their scream.
From upstairs you can hear her screaming and scolding her nephew, Harry Potter, for threatening to do magic. Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter, didn't look like and act like the Dursleys, had jet, black hair, bright green eyes, and was skinny. The one thing that was weird about him (not that he's weird or anything) is the lightning scar he got as a souvenir from Voldemort's curse, which he got when he was only a year old.
"But I didn't do any magic!" said Harry talking back to his aunt. Harry was now was in his fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ever since he came back home the Dursleys were treating him worse than ever.
"You will not say that word in this house!!!" screeched Aunt Petunia, looking around as if someone were spying on them. "Stay in your room and don't you dare touch one hair on my precious, adorable (compared to what, a slug?), and little Duddykins." (LOL!)
Harry looked disgusted as she said this. " Fine. Can I go now? I'm finishing a letter to Sirius, you know, my godfather." Harry lied. He wasn't exactly writing a letter to anyone but he enjoyed the look that Aunt Petunia had on her face. She had gone completely pale and it seemed like her eyes would pop out of her head.
" Alright. Finish your letter. Supper's at six so don't keep us waiting," said Petunia, still slightly pale as she walked down the stairs and disappeared from view. Harry went back into his room feeling satisfied. As he closed his door he saw Pigwigion, Pig for short, on his windowsill. He was hoping around like he always did when he send a letter successfully. He looked extra small with the letter tied to his leg, which was defiantly from Ron Weasley, one of his best friends at Hogwarts.
"Hey, Pig," greeted Harry as he walked over to untie the letter from his leg. Pig then flew to Hedwig's cage and drank from her dish for the long flight he was going to take. Harry opened the letter from Ron that was hastily written.
Harry! I asked Mum if you could come over and of course she said yes. Besides, Dumbledore already asked us to take you in since with You-Know-Who around. Dad says he hasn't seen anyone spot him yet. Anyway, ask the muggles if you could stay the rest of the summer and the next. We'll pick you up tomorrow at 10:00am. See you!
-Ron
Harry took the letter and flipped it over and wrote:
Ron, I probably get to go since they can't stand me living under the same roof as them. Harry stopped writing and went downstairs to where the Dursleys were. Uncle Vernon had come home from work and was sitting right in front of the T.V. (like father like son).
"Uncle Vernon?" said Harry walking up to him and trying to catch his attention. He grunted which to Harry meant he was listening.
"Can I go over Ron's house for the rest of the summer and next years summer?" asked Harry hopefully. Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was thinking whether he should let Harry go which would make him happy or if he should stay which would mean he would be depressed and annoy them.
"Fine. Go pack all your things," said Uncle Vernon with his eyes still on the T.V., "You can stay there for the next summer too."
"Ok," replied Harry as he went to his room to pack his things. He also finished the letter to Ron that he gave to Pig. This year might not be so bad, Harry thought, even with Voldemort around.
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~Yeah, real short, crappy, but I'll try to make the other chappies longer. R&R!
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Harry Potter and the Girl From Beauxbatons
(Did I spell that right?)
By: spy*chick
Chapter 1: Leaving the Dursleys
"Mum!!!" screamed Duddly Dursley from upstairs, "He's doing you-know- what again!" A large, fat boy came running, as fast as his thick legs could carry him, down the stairs. To some people-basically himself- he was running for his dear life. And to others-mainly all of us- he looked like a large pig in a wig bouncing down the stairs.
Petunia, Duddly's mom, ran out of the kitchen and started storming up the stairs. Petunia was a bony-faced woman with brown hair and didn't look a thing like her son. The only thing they have in common was their scream.
From upstairs you can hear her screaming and scolding her nephew, Harry Potter, for threatening to do magic. Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter, didn't look like and act like the Dursleys, had jet, black hair, bright green eyes, and was skinny. The one thing that was weird about him (not that he's weird or anything) is the lightning scar he got as a souvenir from Voldemort's curse, which he got when he was only a year old.
"But I didn't do any magic!" said Harry talking back to his aunt. Harry was now was in his fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ever since he came back home the Dursleys were treating him worse than ever.
"You will not say that word in this house!!!" screeched Aunt Petunia, looking around as if someone were spying on them. "Stay in your room and don't you dare touch one hair on my precious, adorable (compared to what, a slug?), and little Duddykins." (LOL!)
Harry looked disgusted as she said this. " Fine. Can I go now? I'm finishing a letter to Sirius, you know, my godfather." Harry lied. He wasn't exactly writing a letter to anyone but he enjoyed the look that Aunt Petunia had on her face. She had gone completely pale and it seemed like her eyes would pop out of her head.
" Alright. Finish your letter. Supper's at six so don't keep us waiting," said Petunia, still slightly pale as she walked down the stairs and disappeared from view. Harry went back into his room feeling satisfied. As he closed his door he saw Pigwigion, Pig for short, on his windowsill. He was hoping around like he always did when he send a letter successfully. He looked extra small with the letter tied to his leg, which was defiantly from Ron Weasley, one of his best friends at Hogwarts.
"Hey, Pig," greeted Harry as he walked over to untie the letter from his leg. Pig then flew to Hedwig's cage and drank from her dish for the long flight he was going to take. Harry opened the letter from Ron that was hastily written.
Harry! I asked Mum if you could come over and of course she said yes. Besides, Dumbledore already asked us to take you in since with You-Know-Who around. Dad says he hasn't seen anyone spot him yet. Anyway, ask the muggles if you could stay the rest of the summer and the next. We'll pick you up tomorrow at 10:00am. See you!
-Ron
Harry took the letter and flipped it over and wrote:
Ron, I probably get to go since they can't stand me living under the same roof as them. Harry stopped writing and went downstairs to where the Dursleys were. Uncle Vernon had come home from work and was sitting right in front of the T.V. (like father like son).
"Uncle Vernon?" said Harry walking up to him and trying to catch his attention. He grunted which to Harry meant he was listening.
"Can I go over Ron's house for the rest of the summer and next years summer?" asked Harry hopefully. Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was thinking whether he should let Harry go which would make him happy or if he should stay which would mean he would be depressed and annoy them.
"Fine. Go pack all your things," said Uncle Vernon with his eyes still on the T.V., "You can stay there for the next summer too."
"Ok," replied Harry as he went to his room to pack his things. He also finished the letter to Ron that he gave to Pig. This year might not be so bad, Harry thought, even with Voldemort around.
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~Yeah, real short, crappy, but I'll try to make the other chappies longer. R&R!