PP: HEY! Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm really grateful. So here's the
chapter, posted by yours truly.
YPP: Yours truly who?
PP: It's an expression, idiot.
YPP: Yours truly means idiot??
PP: *Sighs and Shakes head*
PS: Sirius is going to be making a lot of stereotypes in this fics, not only for girls, but also for teenagers, muggles, etc. Don't flame me for that. It's going to be a running gag. And also, I've got a little plan in mind for Sirius' girlfriend, and that's why he already has a room for her.
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"So not true!" They said together, smirking. "I like blue!" Hermione told them. "And I like green!" Ginny declared. Sirius scratched his head. "Oh what a shame, I've made your guest rooms bright pink!" He chortled at the squeals given by the girls.
"Don't worry." He assured them, walking to the next room. "The colour can all be changed with a simple charm." They sighed with relief. The next room had a normal door, although the carving was slightly more intricate. Little vines around the frame could be discerned if one looked closely, and in the middle of the door, chiselled in perfect calligraphy, were the words "Harry James Potter" Harry smiled and hugged his godfather before entering.
The sight knocked them all out. It was larger and more magnificent than ANY of the other rooms. Almost like a master bedroom, Harry thought as he eyed the contents. It was at the very end of the house, so two grand windows were on the northern and eastern wall. In front of the window was a large writing desk. It had a leather mat for letter writing, and to one side of the mat was a set of Deluxe Writing Kit.
The room itself was painted red and gold in just the right blend. Gryffindor lions adorned the walls in different positions, looking down at them, On the western side of the room, a huge canopy bed with blue covers took up most of the place, as well as an exquisite little night table. In front of the window stood a little stool and an easel, ready for use. A book case occupied the space beside the writing table.
At the foot of the bed, a large armoire had been placed against the wall. Upon opening, it revealed a complete set of new Hogwarts robes as well as several dress robes in various colours, though green seemed to be the most common. A full length mirror hung on the back of the door, quite reminiscent of the mirror of Erised except for the carvings and the base. Between the door and the bookcase, there was a glass owl perch, quite delicate looking, and a leather armchair. Hedwig was already on her parch, her amber eyes fixed on Harry.
The latter was speechless. He kept turning around the room, spinning until he was dizzy, and still he couldn't take everything in. His friends reacted the same way, lost in the magnificence of this room. Harry thought that Ron would surely be jealous, but his friend simply gaped at the room, mouth wide open. Sirius grinned.
"So, uh, you like it?"
Harry exploded. "LIKE IT???" He thundered, still keeping his eyes on the Lions, which seemed to smile a bit. "I LOVE IT!! I BET NOT EVEN KINGS HAD IT THIS COMFORTABLE!!!" Sirius chuckled. "It's wonderful, it's unimaginable, it's...magical." Harry breathed. Fred and George seemed to have forgotten their names as they looked around the room, and Hermione and Ginny simply stood there, not unlike some statues, unable to say a word.
"Uh...Don't you think we should go see the other guest rooms...?" Sirius suggested, though his happiness at Harry's satisfaction shone through That room hadn't cost him that much. Barely the price of the Firebolt, though Harry seemed blown away. He didn't tell Harry, though, that at the bottom of the armoire, the there was a secret compartment full of his parents' stuff.
Ron nodded, and tore his eyes off the glass perch. He trudged back to the hall, which by now seemed rather dark and gloomy, though it was well lit by the light that shone through the window at the end of the hallway. The room opposite of him beckoned invitingly, and he stuck his head in without waiting for the others.
"Ron?" Harry asked suddenly, making them all jump. "Where did Ron go?" Sirius shrugged. Although Sirius had proposed going through the other rooms, everyone seemed more inclined to stay here. Now they were all looking around the room, but there wasn't a place where a fifteen year old could hide very well. "Maybe he went into one of the other rooms." Harry suggested absentmindedly, strolling out of the palace-like room that now belonged to him. His friends followed him, albeit a bit unwillingly.
"The five rooms on this side of the corridor are all the same, they're all guestrooms." Sirius explained as he opened the door, and peered into it. "While we're looking for Ron, we might as well look at the room." He opened the door a mite wider and the friends stepped through. This room was furnished exactly like Sirius' future girlfriend's room. As Sirius explained, all the guestrooms were exactly alike, though there was a small stock of furniture that the guests could charm into their room for their temporary use.
When everyone stepped inside to look around further, the door shut with a snap. They whipped around, but no one was there. Harry suddenly clapped a hand to his forehead and started to laugh, earning bewildered looks from his friends and his godfather. He sat down on the bed and surveyed the group, which was still huddled in the middle of the room, with interest.
Suddenly, Hermione squealed and clutched at her hair, Fred and George burst out laughing as if they had been tickled, Ginny blushed furiously as her hair stood on end and Sirius spun around looking for someone invisible. This only made Harry laugh harder. Hermione glared at him, and, tapping Sirius' shoulder, whispered something into the only adult's ear. The latter nodded at her and took out his wand. He flicked it in the air three times and muttered 'Ersherius'
At once, Ron appeared, by the window and clutching his stomach in silent laughter. He didn't seem to have noticed that the Invisibility Cloak, which he filched from Harry's Trunk without anyone noticing, had slipped off due to Sirius' charm. Harry crossed the room, tapped his shoulder and pointed to the group of annoyed people leering at him. His laughter subsided rather quickly. He then muttered a quick explanation to Harry and bolted out of the room, escaping Fred and George's attempt at his capture.
The twins sprinted after their brother, and a moment later returned with the mischief-maker. Hermione chuckled and whispered something to Sirius again, who laughed and said 'Tarategella!' A tickling charm hit Ron as he doubled over with laughter, gasping for breath. The others walked out, leaving him on the floor, laughing like there was no tomorrow, wearing identical smirks on their faces. Harry was last to go, but as he was underage, he couldn't do anything. Sirius stuck his head in and grinned at his godson.
"Think he's had enough?" He asked, smiling. Harry nodded, an equally bright beam on his face. Sirius sighed in mock disappointment and undid the charm. Ron got up, tried to smother the aftermath of the laughter, then ran down the hall after Hermione, who shrieked and skipped down the stairs as fast as possible. The three remaining Weasleys looked at each other and jumped after the two, eager to see the outcome of this pandemonium.
By the time Harry and Sirius got downstairs, Ron had Hermione pinned on the sofa and was tickling her, demanding she ask for Mercy. When she finally got enough breath to do so, she gasped the word out and threw a pillow at Ron when he let go. Harry laughed, feeling that this vacation is going to be better than any other combined.
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PP: Yeah, I know, that was really sucky. I had Writer's Block for most stories, except Camp Flamethrower, but I didn't feel like writing a lot.
YPP: You still haven't told me why you would call yourself an idiot!
PP: I didn't.
YPP: Yeah you did...you said 'posted by yours truly' and then you said that yours truly meant idiot. And since you're the one posting the chapters, it's natural to presume that you mean yourself.
PP: Uh...Excuse us while I sort this out. *yanks Yami by ear behind stage and yelling is heard*
YPP: Yours truly who?
PP: It's an expression, idiot.
YPP: Yours truly means idiot??
PP: *Sighs and Shakes head*
PS: Sirius is going to be making a lot of stereotypes in this fics, not only for girls, but also for teenagers, muggles, etc. Don't flame me for that. It's going to be a running gag. And also, I've got a little plan in mind for Sirius' girlfriend, and that's why he already has a room for her.
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"So not true!" They said together, smirking. "I like blue!" Hermione told them. "And I like green!" Ginny declared. Sirius scratched his head. "Oh what a shame, I've made your guest rooms bright pink!" He chortled at the squeals given by the girls.
"Don't worry." He assured them, walking to the next room. "The colour can all be changed with a simple charm." They sighed with relief. The next room had a normal door, although the carving was slightly more intricate. Little vines around the frame could be discerned if one looked closely, and in the middle of the door, chiselled in perfect calligraphy, were the words "Harry James Potter" Harry smiled and hugged his godfather before entering.
The sight knocked them all out. It was larger and more magnificent than ANY of the other rooms. Almost like a master bedroom, Harry thought as he eyed the contents. It was at the very end of the house, so two grand windows were on the northern and eastern wall. In front of the window was a large writing desk. It had a leather mat for letter writing, and to one side of the mat was a set of Deluxe Writing Kit.
The room itself was painted red and gold in just the right blend. Gryffindor lions adorned the walls in different positions, looking down at them, On the western side of the room, a huge canopy bed with blue covers took up most of the place, as well as an exquisite little night table. In front of the window stood a little stool and an easel, ready for use. A book case occupied the space beside the writing table.
At the foot of the bed, a large armoire had been placed against the wall. Upon opening, it revealed a complete set of new Hogwarts robes as well as several dress robes in various colours, though green seemed to be the most common. A full length mirror hung on the back of the door, quite reminiscent of the mirror of Erised except for the carvings and the base. Between the door and the bookcase, there was a glass owl perch, quite delicate looking, and a leather armchair. Hedwig was already on her parch, her amber eyes fixed on Harry.
The latter was speechless. He kept turning around the room, spinning until he was dizzy, and still he couldn't take everything in. His friends reacted the same way, lost in the magnificence of this room. Harry thought that Ron would surely be jealous, but his friend simply gaped at the room, mouth wide open. Sirius grinned.
"So, uh, you like it?"
Harry exploded. "LIKE IT???" He thundered, still keeping his eyes on the Lions, which seemed to smile a bit. "I LOVE IT!! I BET NOT EVEN KINGS HAD IT THIS COMFORTABLE!!!" Sirius chuckled. "It's wonderful, it's unimaginable, it's...magical." Harry breathed. Fred and George seemed to have forgotten their names as they looked around the room, and Hermione and Ginny simply stood there, not unlike some statues, unable to say a word.
"Uh...Don't you think we should go see the other guest rooms...?" Sirius suggested, though his happiness at Harry's satisfaction shone through That room hadn't cost him that much. Barely the price of the Firebolt, though Harry seemed blown away. He didn't tell Harry, though, that at the bottom of the armoire, the there was a secret compartment full of his parents' stuff.
Ron nodded, and tore his eyes off the glass perch. He trudged back to the hall, which by now seemed rather dark and gloomy, though it was well lit by the light that shone through the window at the end of the hallway. The room opposite of him beckoned invitingly, and he stuck his head in without waiting for the others.
"Ron?" Harry asked suddenly, making them all jump. "Where did Ron go?" Sirius shrugged. Although Sirius had proposed going through the other rooms, everyone seemed more inclined to stay here. Now they were all looking around the room, but there wasn't a place where a fifteen year old could hide very well. "Maybe he went into one of the other rooms." Harry suggested absentmindedly, strolling out of the palace-like room that now belonged to him. His friends followed him, albeit a bit unwillingly.
"The five rooms on this side of the corridor are all the same, they're all guestrooms." Sirius explained as he opened the door, and peered into it. "While we're looking for Ron, we might as well look at the room." He opened the door a mite wider and the friends stepped through. This room was furnished exactly like Sirius' future girlfriend's room. As Sirius explained, all the guestrooms were exactly alike, though there was a small stock of furniture that the guests could charm into their room for their temporary use.
When everyone stepped inside to look around further, the door shut with a snap. They whipped around, but no one was there. Harry suddenly clapped a hand to his forehead and started to laugh, earning bewildered looks from his friends and his godfather. He sat down on the bed and surveyed the group, which was still huddled in the middle of the room, with interest.
Suddenly, Hermione squealed and clutched at her hair, Fred and George burst out laughing as if they had been tickled, Ginny blushed furiously as her hair stood on end and Sirius spun around looking for someone invisible. This only made Harry laugh harder. Hermione glared at him, and, tapping Sirius' shoulder, whispered something into the only adult's ear. The latter nodded at her and took out his wand. He flicked it in the air three times and muttered 'Ersherius'
At once, Ron appeared, by the window and clutching his stomach in silent laughter. He didn't seem to have noticed that the Invisibility Cloak, which he filched from Harry's Trunk without anyone noticing, had slipped off due to Sirius' charm. Harry crossed the room, tapped his shoulder and pointed to the group of annoyed people leering at him. His laughter subsided rather quickly. He then muttered a quick explanation to Harry and bolted out of the room, escaping Fred and George's attempt at his capture.
The twins sprinted after their brother, and a moment later returned with the mischief-maker. Hermione chuckled and whispered something to Sirius again, who laughed and said 'Tarategella!' A tickling charm hit Ron as he doubled over with laughter, gasping for breath. The others walked out, leaving him on the floor, laughing like there was no tomorrow, wearing identical smirks on their faces. Harry was last to go, but as he was underage, he couldn't do anything. Sirius stuck his head in and grinned at his godson.
"Think he's had enough?" He asked, smiling. Harry nodded, an equally bright beam on his face. Sirius sighed in mock disappointment and undid the charm. Ron got up, tried to smother the aftermath of the laughter, then ran down the hall after Hermione, who shrieked and skipped down the stairs as fast as possible. The three remaining Weasleys looked at each other and jumped after the two, eager to see the outcome of this pandemonium.
By the time Harry and Sirius got downstairs, Ron had Hermione pinned on the sofa and was tickling her, demanding she ask for Mercy. When she finally got enough breath to do so, she gasped the word out and threw a pillow at Ron when he let go. Harry laughed, feeling that this vacation is going to be better than any other combined.
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PP: Yeah, I know, that was really sucky. I had Writer's Block for most stories, except Camp Flamethrower, but I didn't feel like writing a lot.
YPP: You still haven't told me why you would call yourself an idiot!
PP: I didn't.
YPP: Yeah you did...you said 'posted by yours truly' and then you said that yours truly meant idiot. And since you're the one posting the chapters, it's natural to presume that you mean yourself.
PP: Uh...Excuse us while I sort this out. *yanks Yami by ear behind stage and yelling is heard*