Oy oy! Hardly any reviews, yet I STILL write. : ) I just came back from band camp, and I slept into 11:00. Yay me. Anyway.
I have no clue where this stories gonna go, all I do know that this will be a short chapter. My brain is mush right now.
Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Oh, and another thing. I don't want to do all the math for the *real* Harry Potter years,
so I'm saying 1997 is when Harry's in 5th year.
Questions? Comments? FLAMES?
colourguard_g4@yahoo.com
For the anime in all of you...
http://himitsu_netork.tripod.com/
Now, onto the fanfiction! OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!
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Don't be Discouraged!
************
Lilian got home and shuved all of the food in their respected cabinets and what not, and sat down. As she fanned herself, her
fingers fiddled with her newly bought trinket. She couldn't help herself. It seemed to draw to her with its power.
She took it off from around her neck and examined it more closly. She turned it upside down to see if there was a mark and
there was. It read "Relegare". She figured it must be the maker's last name. She kept turning it upside down, left to right,
watching the sand move all over the place. It shimmered beautifuly in the sunlight.
Lilian amused herself for a good 10 minutes until she accidently let the object slip through her fingertips. The glass
surrounding the sand was cracked. A moment later, a sky blue wind rushed out of it, and started to grab Lilian. She screamed
and tried to get away from this thing. But it was too late. She was sucked into it.
***********
James was tossing and catching this thing he bought. He wasn't sure why he bought it. So he whistled and tossed this new
charm he bought, ready to get back to his boring day of work.
He crossed a pedestrian crossing next to an old house, and wasn't paying attention to the trinket he was tossing. It landed
on the ground and the glass cracked.
"Damn," he cursed, as he bent down to pick it up.
The moment his finger touched the broken glass, he saw a light blue wind arise from it and started to tug on him. He was
pulled into the charm without anyone knowing.
He thumped on the ground and looked about him. His eyes widned and his skin turned sickening white.
There he was, by the pedestrian crossing, but much different. Strange plastic things on weels that looked slightly to the
modle T Ford were zooming by. People of all ages walked by him wearing the strangest cloths he had ever seen. Women were
wearing pants and skimpy shirts, men and women looked like they didn't give one shit about what they looked like. There were
no horse and buggy around him anywhere. Lights shinning every colour blasted at him. Then it hit him faster than these new
Fords and brighter than these lights.
He staggered back, bumping into people, until he tripped and fell onto his arse. He swirled his head around, and snatched an
old looking newspaper, hoping that his realization wasn't right.
He stared at the cover, and turned green. He was right. He let the paper fly into the wind that was rushing by him.
The paper read March 29, 1997. He had travled 50 years into the feature.
*************
Lilian looked about her. She was not where she was just a minute ago. No, where she was a minute ago, she was in a warm
house, that didn't have these very very odd things zooming past her. She noticed what people were wearing- not ANYTHING a
dignified person would wear in 1847. It was preposterous! Women wearing pants and didn't care what they looked like, men
looking like slobs. She looked up and saw that invention, the lightbulb everywhere. She turned very white.
She saw one man sitting on the ground that looked halfway decent. She decided that even though she should not talk to any
sort of strange men, this was a time of need. She walked briskly over to him, picking up her skirts in a dignified sort of
way.
"Excuse me," She asked him in a very soft voice. "May you tell me what the date is today?"
*************
James looked up at this women, and his eyes bulged out. She looked like she belonged in the 19th centuary! He rised to his
feet to act at least a bit dignified in front of this woman.
"May I inquire what date you think it is?" He asked.
*************
Lilian narrowed her eyes. "March 29, 1847. But it certinally doesn't look that way." She looked about herself once more.
"1847?" The man responded. "If anything, It ought to be 1947."
Lilian turned green. "19-1947?" She questioned.
"Yes, but..." The man sighed. Lilian had to admit, he was handsom with his chocolate brown eyes and messy black hair.
*************
James sighed. "I just glanced at this paper and it said it was 1997." He looked up at her. Ok, so she was pretty. She had
lovley red hair and bright green eyes. "I take it that we're both in an odd predicament."
The woman nodded. "Oh, yes. You may have only travled 50 years, but I, my good man, have travled 150 years!" She shook her
head with disbelief. "How could this be?"
"If anything," James said, "we should introduce ourselves." He took off his hat.
*************
Lilian smiled. At least he had a little bit of manners.
"James Potter at your service."
Lilian ignored the fact that he had the same last name as her, and held out her hand to kiss it. He did.
"Lily Potter, it's a pleasure."
**************
OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO!! How ironic! ; p I told you this would be a short chapter. Ya, next chapter one person in the
wizarding community finds these once thought dead people, so there'll be another perspective. I might do an actual 3rd
chapter once I feel like it, but not now.
I have no clue where this stories gonna go, all I do know that this will be a short chapter. My brain is mush right now.
Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Oh, and another thing. I don't want to do all the math for the *real* Harry Potter years,
so I'm saying 1997 is when Harry's in 5th year.
Questions? Comments? FLAMES?
colourguard_g4@yahoo.com
For the anime in all of you...
http://himitsu_netork.tripod.com/
Now, onto the fanfiction! OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!
************
Don't be Discouraged!
************
Lilian got home and shuved all of the food in their respected cabinets and what not, and sat down. As she fanned herself, her
fingers fiddled with her newly bought trinket. She couldn't help herself. It seemed to draw to her with its power.
She took it off from around her neck and examined it more closly. She turned it upside down to see if there was a mark and
there was. It read "Relegare". She figured it must be the maker's last name. She kept turning it upside down, left to right,
watching the sand move all over the place. It shimmered beautifuly in the sunlight.
Lilian amused herself for a good 10 minutes until she accidently let the object slip through her fingertips. The glass
surrounding the sand was cracked. A moment later, a sky blue wind rushed out of it, and started to grab Lilian. She screamed
and tried to get away from this thing. But it was too late. She was sucked into it.
***********
James was tossing and catching this thing he bought. He wasn't sure why he bought it. So he whistled and tossed this new
charm he bought, ready to get back to his boring day of work.
He crossed a pedestrian crossing next to an old house, and wasn't paying attention to the trinket he was tossing. It landed
on the ground and the glass cracked.
"Damn," he cursed, as he bent down to pick it up.
The moment his finger touched the broken glass, he saw a light blue wind arise from it and started to tug on him. He was
pulled into the charm without anyone knowing.
He thumped on the ground and looked about him. His eyes widned and his skin turned sickening white.
There he was, by the pedestrian crossing, but much different. Strange plastic things on weels that looked slightly to the
modle T Ford were zooming by. People of all ages walked by him wearing the strangest cloths he had ever seen. Women were
wearing pants and skimpy shirts, men and women looked like they didn't give one shit about what they looked like. There were
no horse and buggy around him anywhere. Lights shinning every colour blasted at him. Then it hit him faster than these new
Fords and brighter than these lights.
He staggered back, bumping into people, until he tripped and fell onto his arse. He swirled his head around, and snatched an
old looking newspaper, hoping that his realization wasn't right.
He stared at the cover, and turned green. He was right. He let the paper fly into the wind that was rushing by him.
The paper read March 29, 1997. He had travled 50 years into the feature.
*************
Lilian looked about her. She was not where she was just a minute ago. No, where she was a minute ago, she was in a warm
house, that didn't have these very very odd things zooming past her. She noticed what people were wearing- not ANYTHING a
dignified person would wear in 1847. It was preposterous! Women wearing pants and didn't care what they looked like, men
looking like slobs. She looked up and saw that invention, the lightbulb everywhere. She turned very white.
She saw one man sitting on the ground that looked halfway decent. She decided that even though she should not talk to any
sort of strange men, this was a time of need. She walked briskly over to him, picking up her skirts in a dignified sort of
way.
"Excuse me," She asked him in a very soft voice. "May you tell me what the date is today?"
*************
James looked up at this women, and his eyes bulged out. She looked like she belonged in the 19th centuary! He rised to his
feet to act at least a bit dignified in front of this woman.
"May I inquire what date you think it is?" He asked.
*************
Lilian narrowed her eyes. "March 29, 1847. But it certinally doesn't look that way." She looked about herself once more.
"1847?" The man responded. "If anything, It ought to be 1947."
Lilian turned green. "19-1947?" She questioned.
"Yes, but..." The man sighed. Lilian had to admit, he was handsom with his chocolate brown eyes and messy black hair.
*************
James sighed. "I just glanced at this paper and it said it was 1997." He looked up at her. Ok, so she was pretty. She had
lovley red hair and bright green eyes. "I take it that we're both in an odd predicament."
The woman nodded. "Oh, yes. You may have only travled 50 years, but I, my good man, have travled 150 years!" She shook her
head with disbelief. "How could this be?"
"If anything," James said, "we should introduce ourselves." He took off his hat.
*************
Lilian smiled. At least he had a little bit of manners.
"James Potter at your service."
Lilian ignored the fact that he had the same last name as her, and held out her hand to kiss it. He did.
"Lily Potter, it's a pleasure."
**************
OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO!! How ironic! ; p I told you this would be a short chapter. Ya, next chapter one person in the
wizarding community finds these once thought dead people, so there'll be another perspective. I might do an actual 3rd
chapter once I feel like it, but not now.