I did it again. You know what I did.....I started a fic!
I was watching Princess Bride and thought 'hmmm..parody' Then I went and read my e-mail from AlbusandMinerva. So guess what? I began the Phoenix Bride! Albus is, of course, our dear Westley and Min is Buttercup. Lots of other characters too.
BTW: Oma is German(?) for grandma. I really don't wanna go re-upload the whole story to change one word, so pretend he always called her that. I'm lazy, so sue me....( don't really)
P.S: I'm alive. The ring didn't kill me, though I've been drawing little circles all week......
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" unh-uh Oma." Harry wasen't ready to get up. His grandmother
was poking him in the side, trying with little sucess to wake him.
" That's it! I'm getting your grandfather." That simple phrase had
the young wizard up in seconds. While benevolent and wise, his
grandfather was quite imaginative when it came to ways of getting
Harry up. Like for instance, letting Fawkes sing off key for a whole
minute.
" Better." said Minerva. A smile appeared on her face and she
walked from the room after repeating that he was going to Diagon
Alley for his things. Now that Harry was fully excited, it took all his
self-control to stop himself from leaving without his grandmother.
" Can we go now Oma?" She looked up at him from the kitchen
table.
" OK Harry, let me wake Lina" Harry fell down the stairs with a big
Thump!Thump!.
"LINA??? You said she was-"
" Innnn New York?" came a sweet, deceiving voice. The hair on
Harry's neck bristled. He turned to take in a brunette with dark grey-
ish eyes and pale complexion. He took a deep breath and prepared.
GGGLLOOMMMPPP!!!!
Lina was now hugging him around the middle so tightly that Harry
began to turn purple as he yelped in a weak voice. Luckily for him,
his grandfather chose then to walk into the kitchen. Lina promply
let Harry go and ran to give her great-uncle a hug.
" Ah! Hello Lina m'dear. How are you?" She grinned.
" Great Uncle Albus!" Harry had now found his voice and gave
Lina such a glare as to scare a dementor away.
" WHY are you here Lina?" Lina stuck out her tongue, but answered
him anyway.
" Grandpa had to go to South America to visit Aunt Cecillia in Buenos
Aires. She's read that book that makes you speak in limerics and
Grandpa has the counter-book. So I'm to get my things in Diagon Alley
this year even though I could get them myself at home.." Harry cursed
his great-uncle silently. Lina went to Beauxbatons (A/N: I had to look
this one up...French is hard..) and was a 2nd year this term. She was
also annoying as all get-out, which was why Harry was usually so
happy.
" Well now, come on you two. We better be on our way." Dreading
the day, Harry trudged after his Grandmother. Lina simply laughed
and hopped after them. His grandfather, chuckling a bit, came behind.
" Don't worry Harry. I'm taking you to get what you need. Lina will
go with your grandmother." Harry lifted an eyebrow. How was he
supposed to keep a secret if he was anywhere near his grandfather?
As if to answer his thoughs, a reply came in seconds.
" I will put a charm on you to make you look like myself. Everyone
will suppose, except Mr. Ollivander, that you are my nephew's son or
something." Harry grinned and took a snap of the Floo poweder.
Perhaps today would be a good one. No Lina after all and the ability to
spend all day with his grandfather.
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" I wish I had about eight more pairs of eyes!" Harry said after
stepping out onto the main street in Diagon Alley. He brushed a strand
of his now Auburn hair from his face, his charmed blue eyes the size
dishes. Albus Dumbledore could not help but to laugh. With his
charmed looks and awed attitude Harry looked like himself so long
ago.
" Hold your unicorns my boy. We must get your money first." Harry
immediatly stopped talking. Hagrid had come by a few years back and
told Harry all about Gringotts. He had since then desperatly wanted to
see the Goblins. So the old wizard led him up a streetfull of interesting
shops and people, all of whom greeted his grandfather warmly.
" Albus! So good to see you! One of Alberforth's, I presume?"
" Ah! Dorris Crockford! Good to see you, and yes, this is Byron's
boy." Byron was in fact Lina's dad, but no one ever knew that. Soon
they both reached the white marble steps of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Two Goblin's stood at the doorway. both swung open the large brass
doors as they approached. Once inside, Harry had to restain himself
from staring at the rows of Goblins counting large sums of money.
One flagged them over in the back. Harry heared his grandfather
whiper and hand his key to the goblin.
" The Potter safe, please. And also 'the' safe." Potter. Harry's real
name. It had beenso long since he had heared that name. But he knew
that his mum anddad had been quite well off in the financial
department, so he knew what awaited him far below London.
" This way please! Watch your step!" Harry sat down in a what
looked to be a soupbucket, but was in fact a mine cart. One wild ride
later they stood in front of 'the' safe, though Harry wasen't sure what
it was anyway. The goblin, Griphook, traced his fingers along the
patterned door and a clicking sound was heared.
" If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked in
and left to a very unwanted end." Harry gulped. Once the door was
open, his grandfather reached inside and pulled out a grubby little
package wrapped in twine. Ingnoring Harry's curious look, he put the
package in his inner pocket and got back in the cart. Yet again they
whirled through the maze of passages until stopping at another safe.
" The Potter safe, Professor." The goblin repeated his performance
and opened the safe. Harry had never seen so much gold in his entire
life. Mounds of it was pilled among collums of silver Sickles and bronze
Knuts while still more Galleons were pilled to the back. After his money
bag was full, they journeyed back to the surface and began thier walk
down the cobbled street.
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Sorry for the delay minna-san! I've been super busy. Also my dumba$$ comuter keeps getting these pop-ups that ends up freezing my computer. And some place called Xupiter.com must be run by a$$es. I never heared of it until it came up as my homepage even though I didn't make it my homepage.
Hopefully I will get a new computer soon with a new internet from NetHere. It's 10$ a month, but is there another one that may be better for a low price? put it in your review if you know of a good server.
I was watching Princess Bride and thought 'hmmm..parody' Then I went and read my e-mail from AlbusandMinerva. So guess what? I began the Phoenix Bride! Albus is, of course, our dear Westley and Min is Buttercup. Lots of other characters too.
BTW: Oma is German(?) for grandma. I really don't wanna go re-upload the whole story to change one word, so pretend he always called her that. I'm lazy, so sue me....( don't really)
P.S: I'm alive. The ring didn't kill me, though I've been drawing little circles all week......
*********************************************************************
" unh-uh Oma." Harry wasen't ready to get up. His grandmother
was poking him in the side, trying with little sucess to wake him.
" That's it! I'm getting your grandfather." That simple phrase had
the young wizard up in seconds. While benevolent and wise, his
grandfather was quite imaginative when it came to ways of getting
Harry up. Like for instance, letting Fawkes sing off key for a whole
minute.
" Better." said Minerva. A smile appeared on her face and she
walked from the room after repeating that he was going to Diagon
Alley for his things. Now that Harry was fully excited, it took all his
self-control to stop himself from leaving without his grandmother.
" Can we go now Oma?" She looked up at him from the kitchen
table.
" OK Harry, let me wake Lina" Harry fell down the stairs with a big
Thump!Thump!.
"LINA??? You said she was-"
" Innnn New York?" came a sweet, deceiving voice. The hair on
Harry's neck bristled. He turned to take in a brunette with dark grey-
ish eyes and pale complexion. He took a deep breath and prepared.
GGGLLOOMMMPPP!!!!
Lina was now hugging him around the middle so tightly that Harry
began to turn purple as he yelped in a weak voice. Luckily for him,
his grandfather chose then to walk into the kitchen. Lina promply
let Harry go and ran to give her great-uncle a hug.
" Ah! Hello Lina m'dear. How are you?" She grinned.
" Great Uncle Albus!" Harry had now found his voice and gave
Lina such a glare as to scare a dementor away.
" WHY are you here Lina?" Lina stuck out her tongue, but answered
him anyway.
" Grandpa had to go to South America to visit Aunt Cecillia in Buenos
Aires. She's read that book that makes you speak in limerics and
Grandpa has the counter-book. So I'm to get my things in Diagon Alley
this year even though I could get them myself at home.." Harry cursed
his great-uncle silently. Lina went to Beauxbatons (A/N: I had to look
this one up...French is hard..) and was a 2nd year this term. She was
also annoying as all get-out, which was why Harry was usually so
happy.
" Well now, come on you two. We better be on our way." Dreading
the day, Harry trudged after his Grandmother. Lina simply laughed
and hopped after them. His grandfather, chuckling a bit, came behind.
" Don't worry Harry. I'm taking you to get what you need. Lina will
go with your grandmother." Harry lifted an eyebrow. How was he
supposed to keep a secret if he was anywhere near his grandfather?
As if to answer his thoughs, a reply came in seconds.
" I will put a charm on you to make you look like myself. Everyone
will suppose, except Mr. Ollivander, that you are my nephew's son or
something." Harry grinned and took a snap of the Floo poweder.
Perhaps today would be a good one. No Lina after all and the ability to
spend all day with his grandfather.
************************************************************
" I wish I had about eight more pairs of eyes!" Harry said after
stepping out onto the main street in Diagon Alley. He brushed a strand
of his now Auburn hair from his face, his charmed blue eyes the size
dishes. Albus Dumbledore could not help but to laugh. With his
charmed looks and awed attitude Harry looked like himself so long
ago.
" Hold your unicorns my boy. We must get your money first." Harry
immediatly stopped talking. Hagrid had come by a few years back and
told Harry all about Gringotts. He had since then desperatly wanted to
see the Goblins. So the old wizard led him up a streetfull of interesting
shops and people, all of whom greeted his grandfather warmly.
" Albus! So good to see you! One of Alberforth's, I presume?"
" Ah! Dorris Crockford! Good to see you, and yes, this is Byron's
boy." Byron was in fact Lina's dad, but no one ever knew that. Soon
they both reached the white marble steps of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Two Goblin's stood at the doorway. both swung open the large brass
doors as they approached. Once inside, Harry had to restain himself
from staring at the rows of Goblins counting large sums of money.
One flagged them over in the back. Harry heared his grandfather
whiper and hand his key to the goblin.
" The Potter safe, please. And also 'the' safe." Potter. Harry's real
name. It had beenso long since he had heared that name. But he knew
that his mum anddad had been quite well off in the financial
department, so he knew what awaited him far below London.
" This way please! Watch your step!" Harry sat down in a what
looked to be a soupbucket, but was in fact a mine cart. One wild ride
later they stood in front of 'the' safe, though Harry wasen't sure what
it was anyway. The goblin, Griphook, traced his fingers along the
patterned door and a clicking sound was heared.
" If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked in
and left to a very unwanted end." Harry gulped. Once the door was
open, his grandfather reached inside and pulled out a grubby little
package wrapped in twine. Ingnoring Harry's curious look, he put the
package in his inner pocket and got back in the cart. Yet again they
whirled through the maze of passages until stopping at another safe.
" The Potter safe, Professor." The goblin repeated his performance
and opened the safe. Harry had never seen so much gold in his entire
life. Mounds of it was pilled among collums of silver Sickles and bronze
Knuts while still more Galleons were pilled to the back. After his money
bag was full, they journeyed back to the surface and began thier walk
down the cobbled street.
*************************************************************
Sorry for the delay minna-san! I've been super busy. Also my dumba$$ comuter keeps getting these pop-ups that ends up freezing my computer. And some place called Xupiter.com must be run by a$$es. I never heared of it until it came up as my homepage even though I didn't make it my homepage.
Hopefully I will get a new computer soon with a new internet from NetHere. It's 10$ a month, but is there another one that may be better for a low price? put it in your review if you know of a good server.