Disclaimer: I do own everything expect the names of the people, which are
from Joanne K. Rowling, but though the characters are quite different, I
own them all by myself. :)
Diagon Alley
"Harry! HARRY POTTER!", a young boy shouted over the street, running and trying to get near another guy, standing in front of a bookshop.
The young boy, at the age of ten or eleven, had bright blond hair, falling all over his forehead and into his eyes, which were icy and between grey and blue. He had pale skin, though now, that he was running, his cheeks were quiet pink.
As he reached his aim, he looked into the annoyed face of a boy in his age, whose green eyes looked rather resigned behind his glasses, and his hair were quiet stiff, he looked like he had done a lot of hair-style this morning, so no single streak would fall to his forehead. So obviously a very large and quite red scar could be seen on his forehead.
He turned to the disturber and looked at him in disgust.
"What's the matter with you, that you're screaming all over the place?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I- I just wanted to ask, if you're .. you know.. the boy lived?"
"I am." He said in a stiff voice, but know with a lot of proud and arrogance in it.
"Great!", he just beamed at him, looking quite glad he's standing there with Harry Potter. "I am Draco Malfoy.", he took his hand and shook it, "I think it's great that we meet. Do you also go to Hogwarts?"
"Oh Merlin, did you just tell me that you're also on this school? I heard a lot of it, but the old git of the headmaster seems to ruin the good reputation, loves muggles, you know? Is strictly against everything "bad", looks like they don't even teach the dark arts in there."
"Well.", Draco looked bewildered, "I thought YOU, as you defeated you-know- who."
"What's the point of it, anyway?", he said, now obviously nerved by this little fan of his.
"I. I just wanted to shake hands with you, and. well. it was nice to meet you!", Draco said, he was bemused by the way the famous Harry Potter acted.
"Wish I could say the same of you.", Harry Potter muttered, but he had already turned away from the blond guy so he wouldn't hear it.
Draco Malfoy just stood there in disbelieve. He wouldn't have imagined Harry Potter, his own special hero, would be this. distant. But maybe he just had a bad day, and maybe was in a bad mood, so he decided not to give everything on this first impression.
He turned away to go to his grandparents, where he lived. His parents had refused to take care of him since his birth, the reason was not known by anyone expect themselves, but he really liked to by with his grandparents. His Granny, the mum of his mother, was an old kind lady, and his granddad was kind of grimly, but at leased he showed a lot of affection to his grandson, quite contrary to his father, the two of them hated each other. They met just once when Draco was with them, and they just looked like they wished to spit, beat and scratch each other to death.
Harry Potter turned to a side street where he met his guardian. He was wearing a black coat with a large hood which hid his face pretty well.
"So, young friend, have to deal with fanatics?"
"Yes, it's quite annoying, they all think I've saved their live. Think they would owe me somewhat." Harry spit on the floor.
"You don't like beeing in the center of the attention? Well, young Potter, you will have to deal with it. Better enjoy this, they'll check soon enough that you'll do it no second time.", the hooded figure said, and then turned to the next shop, followed by Harry.
"Hello, Nicolas.", the figure went into the shop, and the shop man stood up immediately, looking scared. "Good morning, Mister Riddle.", the man answered politely. "Do you need anything today, or do you just want to use my fireplace to floo?" "Just the fireplace, Nicolas. Potter, there you go." He said, Harry took the powder, and seconds later, disappeared in the flames.
A/N: I'm sorry this one is really short. But if you'll leave me a review, I promise, the next ones will be larger.
Baboon
Diagon Alley
"Harry! HARRY POTTER!", a young boy shouted over the street, running and trying to get near another guy, standing in front of a bookshop.
The young boy, at the age of ten or eleven, had bright blond hair, falling all over his forehead and into his eyes, which were icy and between grey and blue. He had pale skin, though now, that he was running, his cheeks were quiet pink.
As he reached his aim, he looked into the annoyed face of a boy in his age, whose green eyes looked rather resigned behind his glasses, and his hair were quiet stiff, he looked like he had done a lot of hair-style this morning, so no single streak would fall to his forehead. So obviously a very large and quite red scar could be seen on his forehead.
He turned to the disturber and looked at him in disgust.
"What's the matter with you, that you're screaming all over the place?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I- I just wanted to ask, if you're .. you know.. the boy lived?"
"I am." He said in a stiff voice, but know with a lot of proud and arrogance in it.
"Great!", he just beamed at him, looking quite glad he's standing there with Harry Potter. "I am Draco Malfoy.", he took his hand and shook it, "I think it's great that we meet. Do you also go to Hogwarts?"
"Oh Merlin, did you just tell me that you're also on this school? I heard a lot of it, but the old git of the headmaster seems to ruin the good reputation, loves muggles, you know? Is strictly against everything "bad", looks like they don't even teach the dark arts in there."
"Well.", Draco looked bewildered, "I thought YOU, as you defeated you-know- who."
"What's the point of it, anyway?", he said, now obviously nerved by this little fan of his.
"I. I just wanted to shake hands with you, and. well. it was nice to meet you!", Draco said, he was bemused by the way the famous Harry Potter acted.
"Wish I could say the same of you.", Harry Potter muttered, but he had already turned away from the blond guy so he wouldn't hear it.
Draco Malfoy just stood there in disbelieve. He wouldn't have imagined Harry Potter, his own special hero, would be this. distant. But maybe he just had a bad day, and maybe was in a bad mood, so he decided not to give everything on this first impression.
He turned away to go to his grandparents, where he lived. His parents had refused to take care of him since his birth, the reason was not known by anyone expect themselves, but he really liked to by with his grandparents. His Granny, the mum of his mother, was an old kind lady, and his granddad was kind of grimly, but at leased he showed a lot of affection to his grandson, quite contrary to his father, the two of them hated each other. They met just once when Draco was with them, and they just looked like they wished to spit, beat and scratch each other to death.
Harry Potter turned to a side street where he met his guardian. He was wearing a black coat with a large hood which hid his face pretty well.
"So, young friend, have to deal with fanatics?"
"Yes, it's quite annoying, they all think I've saved their live. Think they would owe me somewhat." Harry spit on the floor.
"You don't like beeing in the center of the attention? Well, young Potter, you will have to deal with it. Better enjoy this, they'll check soon enough that you'll do it no second time.", the hooded figure said, and then turned to the next shop, followed by Harry.
"Hello, Nicolas.", the figure went into the shop, and the shop man stood up immediately, looking scared. "Good morning, Mister Riddle.", the man answered politely. "Do you need anything today, or do you just want to use my fireplace to floo?" "Just the fireplace, Nicolas. Potter, there you go." He said, Harry took the powder, and seconds later, disappeared in the flames.
A/N: I'm sorry this one is really short. But if you'll leave me a review, I promise, the next ones will be larger.
Baboon