I'm back minna-sama! Well, as back as physically possible. I think one or
two chapters outta sum up this little challege. So I think I'll leave a
challenge for everyone so you too can come up with something unexpected. I
posted it at the bottom.
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Harry gaped silently at the Nimbus2000. It was everything he
wanted in a broom: fast, reliable, and the best looking-thing in the
world. His grandfather stopped a couple of paces away when he
realized Harry was no longer hiding behind him ( Doris Crockford kept
walking back to see him). He smiled gently when he spotted Harry
staring wide-eyed at the broom.
" Come on now Harry," he whispered in the boy's ear. Harry
turned sad eyes at the man beside him. It was all the old man could do
to prevent himself from spilling the beans. He was such a sucker for
that ' This-will-complete-me' look and for children in general. But his
wife had given him such strict orders, he felt like iHEi had once
been iHERi student.
" You want to get your wand, don't you my boy?" Aha! The magic
word! Harry imediatly grabbed Dumbledore's hand and drug him over
to Olivanders. Laughing, Dumbledore shut the old door behind them.
"Aaaaa! Albus and.oh......" The young boy jumped at the milky
smooth voice that came seemingly from nowhere. Mr. Olivander
appeared from the many shelves, his milky-blue eyes locked on Harry.
" You've raised a fine grandson Albus. Yes, quite strong looking for
eleven."
" Why, thank you, Charles." Harry noticed a hint of pride in his
voice, and that in turn made him feel proud. Mr. Olivander smiled a
smokey, rich smile that didn't do much for Harry's nerves, but was a
smile none the less. With a wave of his hand, a tapemeasure started
taking Harry's wand measurements on it's own. Meanwhile, Mr.
Olivander began rumaging through the boxes on the shelves, mutterin
to himself.
" Harry P-*couch* Dumbledore. Let us see. Let us see." He came
back to them with a red box. Inside was a light colored wand with a
blue handle.
" Take it. Give it a wave." Harry did, and nothing happened. He
frowned, but the wand was replaced as soon as he did so. Another,
green-handled and mahogany, was a dud as well. And on and on it went
until Mr. Olivander looked at Dumbledore in all seriousness. He stole
back into his shop, emerging with a black box. Dumbledore's eyebrows
nearly went into his hairline.
" Try this one," said Olivander, handing him the completly black
wand.
" Phoenix feather. A tempermetal core." Harry waved it, and felt
a calming sensation in his mind and body. Light swirled around him,
and was gone.
" Dear Merlin!" exclaimed Olivander. Harry looked up worridly at
his grandfather. He felt he had done something wrong. But Dumbledore
whiped the shocked look off his face before Harry caught it.
"Good job Harry!" He said, smiling at his grandson. Harry perked
up immediatly. After that, they paid for his wand and bid Mr.
Olivander good day.
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Harry stepped into Madam Malkin's shop alone. His grandfather
had gone to get his books at Florish and Blotts. The saleswitch
smiled kindly at him and rushed him to a measuring stool. On the
stool next to him was a snotty-looking boy with ice-cold eyes and
blonde hair.
"Hello there." The boy drawled.
" Hi." The boy extended one hand to shake with Harry, since his
other arm was tied down. Harry smiled and shook his hand.
" My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. And you are?" Malfoy! Harry
knew that Lucius Malfoy had been a supporter of his parent's killer,
but he was to keep that a secret. This must have been his son. Harry
ignored the horrible fact, and answered as he knew to. He was a
Dumbledore.
" Harold. Harold Dumbledore." Draco's eyes widened.
" The Headmaster Dumbledore is my gtandfather's brother." That
seemed to calm a bit.
" I'm getting my robes before I go back home from my visit. My
sister and I came to see our great-uncle before school in France." Draco
seemed to accept this.
" Too bad, I was hoping for a comrade at Hogwarts." Harry threw
him a sideways glance.
' Be polite Harry! He might not be all bad.'
" Friends anyway?" Draco gave him a smug look, but nodded.
" Sure. Why not? Owl me." It was time for Draco to go, so he jumped
off the stool. So he nodded his head to Harry and left with his purchase.
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Ok, here it is. Pic one of these movies from four catagories:
1. Fantasy- Lord of the Rings, , Dungeons and Dragons, Crouching Tiger; Hidden Dragon. 2. Sci-fi- GalexyQuest, Starship Troopers, or Star Wars 3. Horror- House on Haunted Hill, The Ring, Scream, Darkness Falls, 4. Comedy- Bringing Down the House, Daddy Daycare, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, 10 Things I hate About You
Next, pick a couple:
AD/MM...^__- RW/HG SS/HG HP/GW HP/CC DM/GW DM/HG
Then create a fic any way you want it! Like a play, or formed to the roles in the movie, or even subtly directed in the HP universe. Good Luck! I hope to see your works! Those who aren't in the group, e-mail me, k? I'd love to see any story!
To join AlbusandMinerva: AlbusandMinerva-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
I think that's it.....
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Harry gaped silently at the Nimbus2000. It was everything he
wanted in a broom: fast, reliable, and the best looking-thing in the
world. His grandfather stopped a couple of paces away when he
realized Harry was no longer hiding behind him ( Doris Crockford kept
walking back to see him). He smiled gently when he spotted Harry
staring wide-eyed at the broom.
" Come on now Harry," he whispered in the boy's ear. Harry
turned sad eyes at the man beside him. It was all the old man could do
to prevent himself from spilling the beans. He was such a sucker for
that ' This-will-complete-me' look and for children in general. But his
wife had given him such strict orders, he felt like iHEi had once
been iHERi student.
" You want to get your wand, don't you my boy?" Aha! The magic
word! Harry imediatly grabbed Dumbledore's hand and drug him over
to Olivanders. Laughing, Dumbledore shut the old door behind them.
"Aaaaa! Albus and.oh......" The young boy jumped at the milky
smooth voice that came seemingly from nowhere. Mr. Olivander
appeared from the many shelves, his milky-blue eyes locked on Harry.
" You've raised a fine grandson Albus. Yes, quite strong looking for
eleven."
" Why, thank you, Charles." Harry noticed a hint of pride in his
voice, and that in turn made him feel proud. Mr. Olivander smiled a
smokey, rich smile that didn't do much for Harry's nerves, but was a
smile none the less. With a wave of his hand, a tapemeasure started
taking Harry's wand measurements on it's own. Meanwhile, Mr.
Olivander began rumaging through the boxes on the shelves, mutterin
to himself.
" Harry P-*couch* Dumbledore. Let us see. Let us see." He came
back to them with a red box. Inside was a light colored wand with a
blue handle.
" Take it. Give it a wave." Harry did, and nothing happened. He
frowned, but the wand was replaced as soon as he did so. Another,
green-handled and mahogany, was a dud as well. And on and on it went
until Mr. Olivander looked at Dumbledore in all seriousness. He stole
back into his shop, emerging with a black box. Dumbledore's eyebrows
nearly went into his hairline.
" Try this one," said Olivander, handing him the completly black
wand.
" Phoenix feather. A tempermetal core." Harry waved it, and felt
a calming sensation in his mind and body. Light swirled around him,
and was gone.
" Dear Merlin!" exclaimed Olivander. Harry looked up worridly at
his grandfather. He felt he had done something wrong. But Dumbledore
whiped the shocked look off his face before Harry caught it.
"Good job Harry!" He said, smiling at his grandson. Harry perked
up immediatly. After that, they paid for his wand and bid Mr.
Olivander good day.
************************************************
Harry stepped into Madam Malkin's shop alone. His grandfather
had gone to get his books at Florish and Blotts. The saleswitch
smiled kindly at him and rushed him to a measuring stool. On the
stool next to him was a snotty-looking boy with ice-cold eyes and
blonde hair.
"Hello there." The boy drawled.
" Hi." The boy extended one hand to shake with Harry, since his
other arm was tied down. Harry smiled and shook his hand.
" My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. And you are?" Malfoy! Harry
knew that Lucius Malfoy had been a supporter of his parent's killer,
but he was to keep that a secret. This must have been his son. Harry
ignored the horrible fact, and answered as he knew to. He was a
Dumbledore.
" Harold. Harold Dumbledore." Draco's eyes widened.
" The Headmaster Dumbledore is my gtandfather's brother." That
seemed to calm a bit.
" I'm getting my robes before I go back home from my visit. My
sister and I came to see our great-uncle before school in France." Draco
seemed to accept this.
" Too bad, I was hoping for a comrade at Hogwarts." Harry threw
him a sideways glance.
' Be polite Harry! He might not be all bad.'
" Friends anyway?" Draco gave him a smug look, but nodded.
" Sure. Why not? Owl me." It was time for Draco to go, so he jumped
off the stool. So he nodded his head to Harry and left with his purchase.
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((*)))))))))))))))))))))) ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Ok, here it is. Pic one of these movies from four catagories:
1. Fantasy- Lord of the Rings, , Dungeons and Dragons, Crouching Tiger; Hidden Dragon. 2. Sci-fi- GalexyQuest, Starship Troopers, or Star Wars 3. Horror- House on Haunted Hill, The Ring, Scream, Darkness Falls, 4. Comedy- Bringing Down the House, Daddy Daycare, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, 10 Things I hate About You
Next, pick a couple:
AD/MM...^__- RW/HG SS/HG HP/GW HP/CC DM/GW DM/HG
Then create a fic any way you want it! Like a play, or formed to the roles in the movie, or even subtly directed in the HP universe. Good Luck! I hope to see your works! Those who aren't in the group, e-mail me, k? I'd love to see any story!
To join AlbusandMinerva: AlbusandMinerva-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
I think that's it.....