Confessor Kahlan: *bows* Wow! A review from the Mother Confessor herself!
LOL
who's your favorite besides Richard? I like Zedd, he's funny.
Everyone, you gotta read WIZARD'S FIRST RULE!!!!!!!!!! I love it!!!
oh, and feel free to join me in AlbusandMinerva! We always welcome pple! You must see the fanart in the Files page!! Kawaii!!!
Hey, does anyone know an English term for grandmother? I can't just keep calling her Minerva. Or even a German term. I want to put it as _______ Mierva instead of Grandmum Minerva. It just sounds weired.
And I have changed my mind. Minerva will NOT be going on holiday! Sorry!! It jsut dosen't fit with what I want to do.
I have no idea when I should end this. I mean, it's RAISING Harry, so I might end the first night at hogwarts. This leaves one chap for Diagon ally and two more for Hogwarts. I really don't want to got on to school in depth, I really need to finish Remember and start My Turn to Protect as well as type up the next chap of Legacy of Shadow. So this is not my number one priority. And a few people want a sequel to No Longer Lonely......crud. O__O the round robin! * passes out*
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Harry rolled over in bed. The sun seaped throw the blue
curtains in his room. He didn't want to get up. No one as warm as
he was would. But his grandmother had other ideas. A stern woman,
Minerva Dumbledore was not a witch to mess with. She was, however,
the most loving person Harry knew (besides his Grandfather). How
exactly that was possible, Harry never figured out.
" Harry? Are you up?"
" yes grandmum." she looked in. Her still jet-black hair was down.
This was a fact the other students would never believe, for she would
wear it in a tight bun all through Harry's 7 schoolyears.
" It's today." Harry suddenly sat bolt upright. That's right! It was
his eleventh birthday! He would get his letter today! His grandfather
had smiled at him when Harry explained he was nervous. Harry knew
his grandmother wrote the letters, but that didn't change his mood.
She turned and went back downstairs. Harry quickly dressed and
followed her. Mikki. his only talking companion, was just putting
his food on his side of the table when he entered.
" Goodmorning Harry!" After 10 years, Mikki stopped saying
master( ^__^). Harry said his goodmorning and began to eat his
eggs. It was a usual morning in a young life that was odd, to
even Magic folk. Harry and his grandmother lived in an isolated
home far from even London. His grandfather was almost never
there, he was headmaster of Hogwarts and stayed there most
of the year. But he did come home. That was more than some
could say. Another oddity was that his grandmother was not
called by her married name. To most of the world, she was
Minerva McGonagall. She too, often left home as of late. She
had returned to teaching when Harry was nine and could be
left with only Mikki. This took much patience on his
grandfather's part, Minerva had not been easy to let go. Not of
her grandson!
" Oh! Be a dear Mikki and help Harry with his chores?"
Mikki smiled and nodded. Harry groaned.
" Come on Harry!" So the happy elf sprinted from the room
with the boy in check. Mikki ran over to the pile of laundry and
put them in the wash.
" Should I put the soap in Mikki?" Harry had yet to actually
do the laundry. Ususally it was the gardening and cleaning his room.
Mikki handed him the soap. She would regret it. Harry, though he
poured the perfect amont, knocked over the whole thing. SPLASH!!!
BOOM!!!
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Albus Dumbledore sniffed the air in the living room expectantly.
Mikki was an excellent cook. Put her together with Mnerva and no
professional chef could come close. Mikki's mother had been just as
good, giving her talents to her child. He looked in the kitchen. Minerva
was eating her eggs (sunny side up).
"Goodmorning dear." She looked up.
" Well, look what the phoenix dragged in." He smiled and took a
plate of eggs that had been ready for him. Sometimes he though Mikki
could see the future, but really it was that he had a pattern.
" So, where is Harry?" Minerva gulped down her eggs and spoke.
" Doing chores. I had him do the wash today." Albus choked on his
milk.
" Something wrong?"
" last time he did that, while you were away-"
SPLASH! BOOM!
"- that happened......" Both got up quickly and ran to the laundry
room. Soap covered everything.
" HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!!!" Albus and a large white figure
cringed. The middle name. He was going to get it. Mikki, eyes wide,
snuck over to Minerva.
" Madam! Mikki didn't do anything!" Minerva smiled.
" I know Mikki." Her gaze returned to her grandson.
" what in Merlin's name did you do?!?!" He looked to his grandfather
for support. But, greatest wizard or not, Albus Dumbledore was no
fool. No man would stand up to a wife like his. He backed away.
" I knocked over......THE soap."
" The MAGICAL soap?"
A nod.
Minerva's eye twitched. The Mina's Magic ( I wasen't inspired, so sue
me) soap turned everything white. Her favorite skirt was in that load.
Her favorite BLACK skirt. She tried to ground him, but the mischief
that Albus had embedded in her got the better of her judgement.
And Harry reminded her of a cat caught scratching the sofa . Of
coarse, his skin and hair were also white.
" I think I have a better idea....." She waved her wand at him.
Soon there was no Harry, only a cute, white kitten. A green-eyed
kitten.
" Minerva! Human transfiguration???" She smiled and picked
up the kitten.
" mew...mew!" Harry-neko cried (neko=cat). Wondering what
Minerva was up to, Albus came forward. Mikki also sneaked
close.
" I think Lina liked cats...." Albus put an hand to his heart.
Lina was a terror. Alberforth's granddaughter. Harry-neko's
eyes widened. He had had one too many a run in with Lina.
Minerva sat down in the living room with him. He mewed to
her in what seemed a panic. She grinned.
" Relax Harry. Lina is in New York right now. We can't get to
her!" waving her wand, Harry became himself again.
" THAT gran, was cruel!"
" No, ruining my favorite skirt was." He sat down, panting.
But he was saved from further terror by Hedwig, the owl he had
gotten from his great-uncle Alberforth for his 10th birthday. She
dropped his letter, THE letter in his hand. He grinned. After
reading and re-reading it several times, he looked up at his grand-
parents. They were beaming.
" I'm proud of you Harry, and I hope I can continue to be." Blue
eyes stared at him as if saying ' So don't act like me when I was at
school'. Harry smiled. He was looking forward to this.....
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done with this chapter! * cheers* I had to do this I was so creeped out. I'm watching the Ring in school during lunch.* shudder* evil little girl, EVIL! *hugs Ashley A.'s blue frog. So if I die next sunday, you'll know what happened.* weak laugh*.
Everyone, you gotta read WIZARD'S FIRST RULE!!!!!!!!!! I love it!!!
oh, and feel free to join me in AlbusandMinerva! We always welcome pple! You must see the fanart in the Files page!! Kawaii!!!
Hey, does anyone know an English term for grandmother? I can't just keep calling her Minerva. Or even a German term. I want to put it as _______ Mierva instead of Grandmum Minerva. It just sounds weired.
And I have changed my mind. Minerva will NOT be going on holiday! Sorry!! It jsut dosen't fit with what I want to do.
I have no idea when I should end this. I mean, it's RAISING Harry, so I might end the first night at hogwarts. This leaves one chap for Diagon ally and two more for Hogwarts. I really don't want to got on to school in depth, I really need to finish Remember and start My Turn to Protect as well as type up the next chap of Legacy of Shadow. So this is not my number one priority. And a few people want a sequel to No Longer Lonely......crud. O__O the round robin! * passes out*
**************************************************************
Harry rolled over in bed. The sun seaped throw the blue
curtains in his room. He didn't want to get up. No one as warm as
he was would. But his grandmother had other ideas. A stern woman,
Minerva Dumbledore was not a witch to mess with. She was, however,
the most loving person Harry knew (besides his Grandfather). How
exactly that was possible, Harry never figured out.
" Harry? Are you up?"
" yes grandmum." she looked in. Her still jet-black hair was down.
This was a fact the other students would never believe, for she would
wear it in a tight bun all through Harry's 7 schoolyears.
" It's today." Harry suddenly sat bolt upright. That's right! It was
his eleventh birthday! He would get his letter today! His grandfather
had smiled at him when Harry explained he was nervous. Harry knew
his grandmother wrote the letters, but that didn't change his mood.
She turned and went back downstairs. Harry quickly dressed and
followed her. Mikki. his only talking companion, was just putting
his food on his side of the table when he entered.
" Goodmorning Harry!" After 10 years, Mikki stopped saying
master( ^__^). Harry said his goodmorning and began to eat his
eggs. It was a usual morning in a young life that was odd, to
even Magic folk. Harry and his grandmother lived in an isolated
home far from even London. His grandfather was almost never
there, he was headmaster of Hogwarts and stayed there most
of the year. But he did come home. That was more than some
could say. Another oddity was that his grandmother was not
called by her married name. To most of the world, she was
Minerva McGonagall. She too, often left home as of late. She
had returned to teaching when Harry was nine and could be
left with only Mikki. This took much patience on his
grandfather's part, Minerva had not been easy to let go. Not of
her grandson!
" Oh! Be a dear Mikki and help Harry with his chores?"
Mikki smiled and nodded. Harry groaned.
" Come on Harry!" So the happy elf sprinted from the room
with the boy in check. Mikki ran over to the pile of laundry and
put them in the wash.
" Should I put the soap in Mikki?" Harry had yet to actually
do the laundry. Ususally it was the gardening and cleaning his room.
Mikki handed him the soap. She would regret it. Harry, though he
poured the perfect amont, knocked over the whole thing. SPLASH!!!
BOOM!!!
________________________________________________________
Albus Dumbledore sniffed the air in the living room expectantly.
Mikki was an excellent cook. Put her together with Mnerva and no
professional chef could come close. Mikki's mother had been just as
good, giving her talents to her child. He looked in the kitchen. Minerva
was eating her eggs (sunny side up).
"Goodmorning dear." She looked up.
" Well, look what the phoenix dragged in." He smiled and took a
plate of eggs that had been ready for him. Sometimes he though Mikki
could see the future, but really it was that he had a pattern.
" So, where is Harry?" Minerva gulped down her eggs and spoke.
" Doing chores. I had him do the wash today." Albus choked on his
milk.
" Something wrong?"
" last time he did that, while you were away-"
SPLASH! BOOM!
"- that happened......" Both got up quickly and ran to the laundry
room. Soap covered everything.
" HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!!!" Albus and a large white figure
cringed. The middle name. He was going to get it. Mikki, eyes wide,
snuck over to Minerva.
" Madam! Mikki didn't do anything!" Minerva smiled.
" I know Mikki." Her gaze returned to her grandson.
" what in Merlin's name did you do?!?!" He looked to his grandfather
for support. But, greatest wizard or not, Albus Dumbledore was no
fool. No man would stand up to a wife like his. He backed away.
" I knocked over......THE soap."
" The MAGICAL soap?"
A nod.
Minerva's eye twitched. The Mina's Magic ( I wasen't inspired, so sue
me) soap turned everything white. Her favorite skirt was in that load.
Her favorite BLACK skirt. She tried to ground him, but the mischief
that Albus had embedded in her got the better of her judgement.
And Harry reminded her of a cat caught scratching the sofa . Of
coarse, his skin and hair were also white.
" I think I have a better idea....." She waved her wand at him.
Soon there was no Harry, only a cute, white kitten. A green-eyed
kitten.
" Minerva! Human transfiguration???" She smiled and picked
up the kitten.
" mew...mew!" Harry-neko cried (neko=cat). Wondering what
Minerva was up to, Albus came forward. Mikki also sneaked
close.
" I think Lina liked cats...." Albus put an hand to his heart.
Lina was a terror. Alberforth's granddaughter. Harry-neko's
eyes widened. He had had one too many a run in with Lina.
Minerva sat down in the living room with him. He mewed to
her in what seemed a panic. She grinned.
" Relax Harry. Lina is in New York right now. We can't get to
her!" waving her wand, Harry became himself again.
" THAT gran, was cruel!"
" No, ruining my favorite skirt was." He sat down, panting.
But he was saved from further terror by Hedwig, the owl he had
gotten from his great-uncle Alberforth for his 10th birthday. She
dropped his letter, THE letter in his hand. He grinned. After
reading and re-reading it several times, he looked up at his grand-
parents. They were beaming.
" I'm proud of you Harry, and I hope I can continue to be." Blue
eyes stared at him as if saying ' So don't act like me when I was at
school'. Harry smiled. He was looking forward to this.....
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done with this chapter! * cheers* I had to do this I was so creeped out. I'm watching the Ring in school during lunch.* shudder* evil little girl, EVIL! *hugs Ashley A.'s blue frog. So if I die next sunday, you'll know what happened.* weak laugh*.