Harry Potter and its character do not belong to me. All rights belong to
J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Corporation. As much I wish (sigh) it does
not (at least not yet). Thanks! Danak _
The ride to the Wizards Carnival wasn't long at all. It must have taken at least a half an hour at most. During that time Harry noticed that Ginny was beginning to act a little off, well at least more so than Harry was used to. Sure she kept going a little red in the face when she talked, but every time they turned a corner, she would some how end up a little closer to him in which he would scoot even further a way from her. It was beginning to get annoying for him just to be near her because she would then begin to giggle.
'Doesn't Ginny know anything about personal space,' thought Harry exasperated.
"We're here," said George interrupting Harry from his thoughts. "Come on Fred, let's be off, it's time to begin our testing," he laughed softly. "Stay away from anything that's neon orange guys, unless you want to get overly personal with one of our products."
"Meet us at four thirty. Because we have to be back by supper," supplied either Fred or George as they disappeared in the growing crowd.
"Well for being frowned upon by the Ministry, there sure are a lot of people here," commented Hermione.
"Where should we go first?" said Ron, his stomach began to grumble. "Well that answers, our question come on let's follow our noses!" Hermione and Ginny rolled there eyes heaven wards.
Making there way through the crowd they came a cross a vender, whom was an older gentleman with balding gray brown hair. Looking over the selection, they decided on liquorish rope and cotton candy, which Harry and Hermione thought was decidedly muggle.
"Hey sir, do you recommend anything at the carnival," asked Hermione.
"The vender looked at her and said, "Anything and everything lil' lass. Don't know when we would be coming back around, knowing the Ministry and all. Those stiffs are trying to shut us down."
"Oh well, thank you," interrupted Ron. "Don't encourage the Gypsy Hermione." She looked at him sourly as they walked off. Harry himself looked at the old man for any reactions before paying him with a few nuts.
"Sorry for my friend's behavior Sir." The old man gave a nod before smiling a toothy grin with a twinkle in his eyes.
"That's alright, one tends to get worse reactions from outsiders but when worse comes to worse, I come out the victor. Perhaps maybe I'll see you around." Harry gave him a small smile and nod before leaving off catching up with his friends.
Catching up to them he could here Hermione chastising Ron but he couldn't help but notice how close they were when walking.
"Ron! How could you say such a thing? I thought you were better than that," she demanded.
"Jeez Hermione, I didn't do anything wrong! I have a right to my opinion," argued Ron. Ginny began to giggle.
"You guys act like an old married couple," she said before making kissing noises. "And anyways I agree with Ron, no harm was done. For all I'm concerned he is someone who openly dabbles in the dark arts. Don't you agree Harry?"
"No. I think it was rude and pretty presumptuous in saying that every gypsy you meet practices black magic." Ginny gave him a slight frown while Hermione gave a little smirk.
"So um where should we go next," asked Hermione. She was trying to break the obvious silence that had ensued.
"Well I want to go see the trapeze act. Oh no its suppose to start in five minutes," Ginny said checking the brochure. "Let's go!" The raced off to go and find the tent where it was held.
Reaching the tent they entered, paying a few nuts each. "Oh look it's already started!" squealed Hermione. For there were people already doing flips and twirls in the air without nets. While down below, there were all sorts of animals that looked magical and non performing for the crowds below. Lights of different colors flashed in the air, while the smell of smoke was evident.
A presenter walked in the middle of the ring. "And now ladies and gentleman, I present to you the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge.
A small little clown carriage drove through the ring, stopping in front of the crowds. And then a bright red rug popped out when the doors opened. Twelve clowns for that were how Harry described them in their funny robes jumped out of the carriage, until lastly one that most likely looked like Fudge stumbled out of the carriage. Fatty and slob like.
From there, they began to make fun of the minister in the most cruel but funny ways. It went from pantsing him to throwing pies in his face to transfiguring him into the oddest creatures and lastly hexing him lightly to do crazy acts. Harry thought if the minister was there at this very moment, he would be horribly embarrassed in which he would call for the carnival to end at this very moment.
After the show they stumble out of the tent with laughter in their throats and tears in their eyes.
"By Merlin," bellowed Ron. I have never seen anything that funny in my entire life."
"Except for the bouncing Malfoy ferret though from last year," added Hermione.
"Trust me Hermione, this one is right up there with Malfoy," chuckled Harry.
"Wouldn't it be nice to see if the Minister actually bends like that?" quipped Ginny. They all began to laugh harder.
"Ah so I can see you all enjoyed the show," interrupted a smooth voice.
"Yes sir very much," replied Hermione looking at who ever addressed them. It was a man who seemed like he was in his mid thirties, early at most. His hair was tied back in a pony tail that reached his mid back. In many ways he reminded Harry a little of Sirius but not as tall.
"The names Joseph, Joey to my friends, and Joe to the ladies," at this he wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione and Ginny they both giggled. "I'm the stable hands here. You all have names no?"
"Oh um I'm Hermione, this is Ginny and Ron" who stood rigidly by each others side, and "Harry," who gave him a small smile that could have easily been seen as a slight smirk. He looked intently at Harry for a few seconds in which, Harry felt liking covering his scar but his hair was too long for that nowadays.
"So what have you guys checked out so far?" Joseph asked.
"Just this one act so far, we want to hit all the major spots before we go so any help will be great," Harry said liking the presence of Joey so far.
"That's all. Well it looks like you met the right person for the job." He slung an arm over Harry.
"So you're offering to be our tour guide Sir," asked Ginny becoming a little nervous about this man.
"You make me sound like an old fart with all that Sir crap, just call me Joey," he supplied. He led them all the way over into a tent area. "Now here is where I like to say the freaks of the night gather during daylight."
He led them inside. "What is this place? "This is what every carnival you go to has muggle or magical, a Freak Show," laughed Joseph as he pulled the curtains apart. "But unlike muggle carnivals, the freaks you see here are all real, well mostly to a certain extent.
As they walked through they saw a lizard man, a bearded woman, a creature that was a cross between a hippogriff and a dragon, and much more.
"Hey is this an occurring theme within the carnival," asked Ron, clearly liking what this cage held, a person impersonating Cornelius Fudge in a tutu with strings attached to him like a puppet.
"If you think that is funny," commented Joseph, "Wait until you come a cross the dementer in a baby bonnet." Ron and Harry blanched at that.
"Umm a I think I'll pass on that," Ron squeaked. "Come on, I thought there was suppose to be carnival games and rides somewhere."
"Carnival games it is," said Joseph.
"Come on Harry, Hermione. Let's go," said Ginny pulling them a long.
As they left the tent, they heard a call.
"Joseph! There you are your supposed to be cleaning the stalls,' said a young woman with light blond braid. She was wearing a purple leotard body suit with a light pink skirt. "You lazy tight ass." She was obviously from the trapeze act earlier.
"I know, I know," complained Joseph, "I got distracted by these fine people. But hey I can't help it that everybody wants me."
"Don't listen to anything stupid he has to say, kids. Most of the time it's just talk. He just doesn't know how to walk the walk.
"That's not what you said last night," he countered. He gave a small smirk and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She blushed slightly. "May I introduce to you, Mira and these are Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry," They all said high, feeling a little uncomfortable after that little display.
"Well it looks like I have to leave you kids, and do some manual labor," he said.
"Mira, if you'll take over."
"Sure thing."
"Hopefully I'll see you kids later, Harry bye." "So where too next," she asked and continued before anyone interrupted, "I know, how about getting your fortunes told. You can't leave without seeing Madam Rosanna that would be just a shame." Hermione snorted. "What, you a none believer."
"I just think divination, is a fake art. No one has the power to predict the future or tell truths of the past."
"Well, my dear, you have a lot to learn about," she said directing them towards a carriage on the outskirts of the carnival fair grounds. "Especially when you have a gypsy, divining for you."
"Just as long as she doesn't start predicting our deaths," said Harry with sympathetic agreements from Hermione and Ron. Although Harry was interested in what she had to offer, because he knew for a fact that divination did exist. It all depended on how you interpreted it and when a vision came to you.
"Yeah we get enough of that from Hogwart's batty fortune teller Telwrany." There was a chuckle all around as they reached there destination.
"Hey, I predict that Harry here will die a horrible death from choking on a chocolate frog," Ron said jokingly.
"Seeing into the future, when the spirits themselves haven't revealed themselves to you is a gift," said an old woman from the stoop of her carriage. She was obviously teasing Ron for his visionary skills. Ron burned red with embarrassment at her comment.
Looking at the older woman Harry saw that she herself had dark blue and purple robes on, that had an accent of red in her skirts. She had a knitted scarf thrown across her shoulders as her silver colored hair was down, which reached past her mid back. Her olive colored skin was decorated with big gold jingling jewelries that suited her nicely.
She smiled at her customers, but Harry noticed that her eyes lit up with surprise and awe upon seeing Harry.
"Come, come in," she said. "I'll give you all readings, if the spirits permit." They all entered. The burning of incense and candles assaulted their noses. "Let's sit around the table. I think I will use the crystal ball for our divining. Hmm let's see what the spirits wish to reveal.
Harry looked into the foggy crystal ball. He slowly felt his eyes becoming unfocused and glassy like as he looked deeper into the depths of the divination ball. Suddenly images began to flash before his eyes.
/// "Jamie, my dear young grandchild you look so handsome today," said a woman whom Harry thought looked like a younger Madam Rosanna.
"Thank you grandmother," said Jamie. Harry was surprised by seeing this young man, because he looked exactly like Harry except a little younger. 'Is that my father,' thought Harry upon looking at the clothes he wore for some type of dating.
"Be on your best behavior with the Blacks, young man. I will get you back, no matter what the ministry says. Not even Dumbledore will be able to come between us."
"I have faith in you grandmother, I will never stop believing. You are my family, no one can change that. I love you." Bringing him into a hug she said, "I love you to, my little Jamie, my gentle stag."
Wiping tears from her eyes she quietly said, "You can take the gypsy out the boy but you can't take the boy out of the gypsy. Remember that remember who you are who your family is because that is where you will find your heart and freedom. May the stars and spirits be there to guide your actions."/////////
"Well then all done," said the woman. "I guess the spirits wish not to reveal too much information about your futures."
"Well what did they say?" demanded Hermione.
"Weren't you listening or looking child? They said a lot.," replied the woman.
"I thought it was your job to tell us," stated Ginny.
"Since, you obviously weren't paying attention to my free reading, in which I gave you a visual aid for, how much do you got?" asked the woman with a chuckle.
"What?" cried Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.
"Let's get out of here," said Hermione rising from her seat.
"Yeah she's obviously a fake like Telwrany!" Ron stormed out.
"Come on, how much? As if!?" supplied Ginny. "I hope I never see you again in this lifetime gypsy, ever!"
Stunned at the commotion his friends were making Harry got up and went to the door before commenting.
"I'm sorry for my friends, have a good day." He paused before commenting "May the stars and spirits guide your actions."
"Well at least someone was paying attention, but I guess you must have the gift of divining to see its truths. Perhaps we'll meet again."
"Yes great grandmother."
"Grandmother is fine, young Harry." The boy nodded before leaving to meet up with his friends.
"There you guys are," supplied Fred and George at the same time, they were both breathless.
"Look, I think we should go," commented George, he was sporadically looking around.
"Yeah, like now," said Fred doing the same thing as George.
"But why?" asked Ginny, "We didn't even get on any rides."
"Our test subjects aren't so happy with us that's why," said Fred. "Look." He pointed in a direction behind them where a Mob was slowly forming.
"Oh," said Hermione quickly heading back towards the car being discreet as possible before someone screamed.
"There they are! And look more of their accomplices. They made a dash for the car heading back to the Burrow.
READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!!! "I'm beginning to like a big head! Chuckles Thank you my first two reviewers Creamy Mimi and Vix. I like to at least know that people are reading my stuff, so THANKS for the Reviews.
The ride to the Wizards Carnival wasn't long at all. It must have taken at least a half an hour at most. During that time Harry noticed that Ginny was beginning to act a little off, well at least more so than Harry was used to. Sure she kept going a little red in the face when she talked, but every time they turned a corner, she would some how end up a little closer to him in which he would scoot even further a way from her. It was beginning to get annoying for him just to be near her because she would then begin to giggle.
'Doesn't Ginny know anything about personal space,' thought Harry exasperated.
"We're here," said George interrupting Harry from his thoughts. "Come on Fred, let's be off, it's time to begin our testing," he laughed softly. "Stay away from anything that's neon orange guys, unless you want to get overly personal with one of our products."
"Meet us at four thirty. Because we have to be back by supper," supplied either Fred or George as they disappeared in the growing crowd.
"Well for being frowned upon by the Ministry, there sure are a lot of people here," commented Hermione.
"Where should we go first?" said Ron, his stomach began to grumble. "Well that answers, our question come on let's follow our noses!" Hermione and Ginny rolled there eyes heaven wards.
Making there way through the crowd they came a cross a vender, whom was an older gentleman with balding gray brown hair. Looking over the selection, they decided on liquorish rope and cotton candy, which Harry and Hermione thought was decidedly muggle.
"Hey sir, do you recommend anything at the carnival," asked Hermione.
"The vender looked at her and said, "Anything and everything lil' lass. Don't know when we would be coming back around, knowing the Ministry and all. Those stiffs are trying to shut us down."
"Oh well, thank you," interrupted Ron. "Don't encourage the Gypsy Hermione." She looked at him sourly as they walked off. Harry himself looked at the old man for any reactions before paying him with a few nuts.
"Sorry for my friend's behavior Sir." The old man gave a nod before smiling a toothy grin with a twinkle in his eyes.
"That's alright, one tends to get worse reactions from outsiders but when worse comes to worse, I come out the victor. Perhaps maybe I'll see you around." Harry gave him a small smile and nod before leaving off catching up with his friends.
Catching up to them he could here Hermione chastising Ron but he couldn't help but notice how close they were when walking.
"Ron! How could you say such a thing? I thought you were better than that," she demanded.
"Jeez Hermione, I didn't do anything wrong! I have a right to my opinion," argued Ron. Ginny began to giggle.
"You guys act like an old married couple," she said before making kissing noises. "And anyways I agree with Ron, no harm was done. For all I'm concerned he is someone who openly dabbles in the dark arts. Don't you agree Harry?"
"No. I think it was rude and pretty presumptuous in saying that every gypsy you meet practices black magic." Ginny gave him a slight frown while Hermione gave a little smirk.
"So um where should we go next," asked Hermione. She was trying to break the obvious silence that had ensued.
"Well I want to go see the trapeze act. Oh no its suppose to start in five minutes," Ginny said checking the brochure. "Let's go!" The raced off to go and find the tent where it was held.
Reaching the tent they entered, paying a few nuts each. "Oh look it's already started!" squealed Hermione. For there were people already doing flips and twirls in the air without nets. While down below, there were all sorts of animals that looked magical and non performing for the crowds below. Lights of different colors flashed in the air, while the smell of smoke was evident.
A presenter walked in the middle of the ring. "And now ladies and gentleman, I present to you the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge.
A small little clown carriage drove through the ring, stopping in front of the crowds. And then a bright red rug popped out when the doors opened. Twelve clowns for that were how Harry described them in their funny robes jumped out of the carriage, until lastly one that most likely looked like Fudge stumbled out of the carriage. Fatty and slob like.
From there, they began to make fun of the minister in the most cruel but funny ways. It went from pantsing him to throwing pies in his face to transfiguring him into the oddest creatures and lastly hexing him lightly to do crazy acts. Harry thought if the minister was there at this very moment, he would be horribly embarrassed in which he would call for the carnival to end at this very moment.
After the show they stumble out of the tent with laughter in their throats and tears in their eyes.
"By Merlin," bellowed Ron. I have never seen anything that funny in my entire life."
"Except for the bouncing Malfoy ferret though from last year," added Hermione.
"Trust me Hermione, this one is right up there with Malfoy," chuckled Harry.
"Wouldn't it be nice to see if the Minister actually bends like that?" quipped Ginny. They all began to laugh harder.
"Ah so I can see you all enjoyed the show," interrupted a smooth voice.
"Yes sir very much," replied Hermione looking at who ever addressed them. It was a man who seemed like he was in his mid thirties, early at most. His hair was tied back in a pony tail that reached his mid back. In many ways he reminded Harry a little of Sirius but not as tall.
"The names Joseph, Joey to my friends, and Joe to the ladies," at this he wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione and Ginny they both giggled. "I'm the stable hands here. You all have names no?"
"Oh um I'm Hermione, this is Ginny and Ron" who stood rigidly by each others side, and "Harry," who gave him a small smile that could have easily been seen as a slight smirk. He looked intently at Harry for a few seconds in which, Harry felt liking covering his scar but his hair was too long for that nowadays.
"So what have you guys checked out so far?" Joseph asked.
"Just this one act so far, we want to hit all the major spots before we go so any help will be great," Harry said liking the presence of Joey so far.
"That's all. Well it looks like you met the right person for the job." He slung an arm over Harry.
"So you're offering to be our tour guide Sir," asked Ginny becoming a little nervous about this man.
"You make me sound like an old fart with all that Sir crap, just call me Joey," he supplied. He led them all the way over into a tent area. "Now here is where I like to say the freaks of the night gather during daylight."
He led them inside. "What is this place? "This is what every carnival you go to has muggle or magical, a Freak Show," laughed Joseph as he pulled the curtains apart. "But unlike muggle carnivals, the freaks you see here are all real, well mostly to a certain extent.
As they walked through they saw a lizard man, a bearded woman, a creature that was a cross between a hippogriff and a dragon, and much more.
"Hey is this an occurring theme within the carnival," asked Ron, clearly liking what this cage held, a person impersonating Cornelius Fudge in a tutu with strings attached to him like a puppet.
"If you think that is funny," commented Joseph, "Wait until you come a cross the dementer in a baby bonnet." Ron and Harry blanched at that.
"Umm a I think I'll pass on that," Ron squeaked. "Come on, I thought there was suppose to be carnival games and rides somewhere."
"Carnival games it is," said Joseph.
"Come on Harry, Hermione. Let's go," said Ginny pulling them a long.
As they left the tent, they heard a call.
"Joseph! There you are your supposed to be cleaning the stalls,' said a young woman with light blond braid. She was wearing a purple leotard body suit with a light pink skirt. "You lazy tight ass." She was obviously from the trapeze act earlier.
"I know, I know," complained Joseph, "I got distracted by these fine people. But hey I can't help it that everybody wants me."
"Don't listen to anything stupid he has to say, kids. Most of the time it's just talk. He just doesn't know how to walk the walk.
"That's not what you said last night," he countered. He gave a small smirk and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She blushed slightly. "May I introduce to you, Mira and these are Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry," They all said high, feeling a little uncomfortable after that little display.
"Well it looks like I have to leave you kids, and do some manual labor," he said.
"Mira, if you'll take over."
"Sure thing."
"Hopefully I'll see you kids later, Harry bye." "So where too next," she asked and continued before anyone interrupted, "I know, how about getting your fortunes told. You can't leave without seeing Madam Rosanna that would be just a shame." Hermione snorted. "What, you a none believer."
"I just think divination, is a fake art. No one has the power to predict the future or tell truths of the past."
"Well, my dear, you have a lot to learn about," she said directing them towards a carriage on the outskirts of the carnival fair grounds. "Especially when you have a gypsy, divining for you."
"Just as long as she doesn't start predicting our deaths," said Harry with sympathetic agreements from Hermione and Ron. Although Harry was interested in what she had to offer, because he knew for a fact that divination did exist. It all depended on how you interpreted it and when a vision came to you.
"Yeah we get enough of that from Hogwart's batty fortune teller Telwrany." There was a chuckle all around as they reached there destination.
"Hey, I predict that Harry here will die a horrible death from choking on a chocolate frog," Ron said jokingly.
"Seeing into the future, when the spirits themselves haven't revealed themselves to you is a gift," said an old woman from the stoop of her carriage. She was obviously teasing Ron for his visionary skills. Ron burned red with embarrassment at her comment.
Looking at the older woman Harry saw that she herself had dark blue and purple robes on, that had an accent of red in her skirts. She had a knitted scarf thrown across her shoulders as her silver colored hair was down, which reached past her mid back. Her olive colored skin was decorated with big gold jingling jewelries that suited her nicely.
She smiled at her customers, but Harry noticed that her eyes lit up with surprise and awe upon seeing Harry.
"Come, come in," she said. "I'll give you all readings, if the spirits permit." They all entered. The burning of incense and candles assaulted their noses. "Let's sit around the table. I think I will use the crystal ball for our divining. Hmm let's see what the spirits wish to reveal.
Harry looked into the foggy crystal ball. He slowly felt his eyes becoming unfocused and glassy like as he looked deeper into the depths of the divination ball. Suddenly images began to flash before his eyes.
/// "Jamie, my dear young grandchild you look so handsome today," said a woman whom Harry thought looked like a younger Madam Rosanna.
"Thank you grandmother," said Jamie. Harry was surprised by seeing this young man, because he looked exactly like Harry except a little younger. 'Is that my father,' thought Harry upon looking at the clothes he wore for some type of dating.
"Be on your best behavior with the Blacks, young man. I will get you back, no matter what the ministry says. Not even Dumbledore will be able to come between us."
"I have faith in you grandmother, I will never stop believing. You are my family, no one can change that. I love you." Bringing him into a hug she said, "I love you to, my little Jamie, my gentle stag."
Wiping tears from her eyes she quietly said, "You can take the gypsy out the boy but you can't take the boy out of the gypsy. Remember that remember who you are who your family is because that is where you will find your heart and freedom. May the stars and spirits be there to guide your actions."/////////
"Well then all done," said the woman. "I guess the spirits wish not to reveal too much information about your futures."
"Well what did they say?" demanded Hermione.
"Weren't you listening or looking child? They said a lot.," replied the woman.
"I thought it was your job to tell us," stated Ginny.
"Since, you obviously weren't paying attention to my free reading, in which I gave you a visual aid for, how much do you got?" asked the woman with a chuckle.
"What?" cried Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.
"Let's get out of here," said Hermione rising from her seat.
"Yeah she's obviously a fake like Telwrany!" Ron stormed out.
"Come on, how much? As if!?" supplied Ginny. "I hope I never see you again in this lifetime gypsy, ever!"
Stunned at the commotion his friends were making Harry got up and went to the door before commenting.
"I'm sorry for my friends, have a good day." He paused before commenting "May the stars and spirits guide your actions."
"Well at least someone was paying attention, but I guess you must have the gift of divining to see its truths. Perhaps we'll meet again."
"Yes great grandmother."
"Grandmother is fine, young Harry." The boy nodded before leaving to meet up with his friends.
"There you guys are," supplied Fred and George at the same time, they were both breathless.
"Look, I think we should go," commented George, he was sporadically looking around.
"Yeah, like now," said Fred doing the same thing as George.
"But why?" asked Ginny, "We didn't even get on any rides."
"Our test subjects aren't so happy with us that's why," said Fred. "Look." He pointed in a direction behind them where a Mob was slowly forming.
"Oh," said Hermione quickly heading back towards the car being discreet as possible before someone screamed.
"There they are! And look more of their accomplices. They made a dash for the car heading back to the Burrow.
READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!!! "I'm beginning to like a big head! Chuckles Thank you my first two reviewers Creamy Mimi and Vix. I like to at least know that people are reading my stuff, so THANKS for the Reviews.
