Question: Should I make Harry In Gryffrindor or Slytherin? I'm not sure, so
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Death-Demon Xero: Thanks for trying to help me out, but this is what you wrote: You do and backwards to get bold letters. and italics are and backwards. So now I'm all confused! HELP!
Jennifer- Thanks so much. It's reviews like yours that keep me going!
Isabelle- No I've never read Tangled Fate, but I'll be sure to when I have time. Thanks for recommending it!
momo- If you're talking about Hermione and Ron being friends, right now they're going out.
Karen- Thanks so much for understanding how much schoolwork I have. You didn't have to hum as long as I thought you would. I have a three day weekend * Yeah * so I had some time to get this chappy out. Hope it's worth the wait.
Ponder - Yes, Ron is going to be an ass.
Ice Fox- Chill is a good word! LOL
Also thanks to: Angel, Whaza, BayBee05, zoegirl, LittleEar BigEar's sis, Reania, and anyone else I forgot to mention!
Your reviews mean the word to me! Trust me.
Harry looked around at the room he would be staying in the next month. It was an extra staff room, which was reserved for guests. It was away from all the other professors' rooms. It was fairly small, but much larger than the room he had lived in at Privet drive.
He sat down the bed, which sank in a bit, just so it was comfortable. It was going to take some getting used to. He was so used to the rock hard beds that hurt like heck. He was exhausted; it had been quite a day. I mean of course it had been, I don't think it can get anymore surprising then finding out you're a famous wizard, well maybe if he found out he was the ruler of another world, but wasn't even in perspective.
It all made sense now; him being able to do all of the strange things he had done. He wondered just how famous he was. He didn't really want to be famous, he just wanted to be normal, well as normal as a wizard could get.
He stripped to his boxers, and jumped into bed. Maybe he could talk to Dumbledore about changing his name so no one would recognize him. Of course the scar on his forehead would be a dead giveaway. He climbed back out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He inspected the thin, lighting bolt on his forehead in the mirror.
On instinct he closed his eyes, and imagined himself without the scar. First a sharp pain ran though his forehead, but it was quickly over, and a strange tingling feeling replaced it. When he opened his eyes again, the scar was gone. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining things. 'That was to easy.' He thought. He closed his eyes again, and imagined the scar back on his forehead, again a short sharp pain, then a strange tingling feeling, and his scar was back when he opened his eyes. It was almost normal, except for the fact that a small trickle of blood was running down from the end of his scar. He wiped it away, and his scar was back to normal. That took care of that problem.
He climbed back into bed, thinking about what his new name could be. Obviously nothing with Potter in it. Maybe he could use his dad's name: James. Yeah, James. James Smith, nah, to boring. James Dursley; no way. Hmmm. What was his mom's maiden name again? Oh ya: Evans. Yes that would work: James Evans.
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Remus Lupin headed toward Harry's new room for the time being. He opened the door quietly, and slipped in. He knew that James had always been a heavy sleeper during school, and he wanted to see if this went for Harry as well.
"Harry!" He yelled, "Harry! Wake Up!" He yelled as loud as he could right into Harry's ear. He didn't move a centimeter. Remus shook him slightly. He still didn't wake. Remus shook him harder, but Harry continued sleeping.
Remus shook his head, and went into the bathroom. 'Like father like son,' he thought. He came back with a full glass of water, and stood so he was over Harry, who was still sleeping soundly.
This however was not to last for long, for Remus pored the glasses' continents onto Harry's head.
It was proved to be effective, Harry awoke, coughing and sputtering on the water. Remus erupted in laughter, clutching his sides.
"Thank you so much for that lovely bath Remus." Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Remus continued laughing, but managed to sputter out a, 'You're welcome.'
After he had calmed down a bit Harry, anger still evident in his voice, asked, "What'd you do that for?"
Remus let out a short chuckle, "Well, I wanted to see if you were as heavy as a sleeper as your dad. I tried calling your name, and shaking you, but you didn't budge. When your dad wouldn't wake up, we would all pour water in his head. That seemed to be the only thing that worked, aside from tipping the bed so he fell out. It seems to be e same for you."
Harry actually laughed, "I've always been a heavy sleeper, but usually Uncle Vernon just tips the bed over so I fall out."
Remus let out a snort of laughter; "Well I guess I'll have to wake you up with water every morning."
"Fine, but I'm not washing the sheets."
"You won't have to. The house elves will."
"The what?"
"Never mind that, I'll introduce you to them later. Right now you have to get dressed. We need to get you some stuff."
"Where?"
"In Diagon Alley."
"Oh, okay."
"Hurry up and get dressed."
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After easily the most fulfilling breakfast Harry had ever eaten in his life, he and Remus had left Hogwarts and headed for Diagon Alley. Now Harry found himself standing in front of a small Ice Cream cart with a bulky man behind it.
"Hungry for Ben and Jerry's?"
"In a way."
"What do you mean, 'In a way?' You either want Ice Cream or you don't."
Remus chuckled and walked up to the man behind the cart. He didn't exactly seem the type to sell Ice Cream, but then again, nothing was what it seemed anymore.
"Hello Croner."
"Good Mornin' Remus, and who is this." He nodded towards Harry.
Remus handed the man some sort of card, which he inspected. "Oh, well this is Harry Potter. We're getting his school supplies."
"THE Harry Potter."
"The only one I know of."
The man named Croner took Harry's hand and shook it feverishly, "Welcome back Mr. Potter. Pleasure to meet you."
"Um . . . Nice to meet you too." Harry said, bewildered.
"Here's your ice cream Mr. Potter." He paused, "And yours too Remus."
"Thanks Croner." Remus took the two ice cream cones and then added, "Oh and Croner, try not to tell anyone about young Harry here. We want to keep this quiet."
"No problem Remus, and again, it was a honor meeting you Mr. Potter."
Remus and Harry walked away from the ice cream stand.
"I thought we were going to Diagon Alley."
"We are."
"Then what's with the ice cream then?"
"This is how we're going to get to Diagon Alley."
"What do we take a bite of this ice cream and it magically transports us to Diagon Alley?" Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"In short, yes."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?'
"I dunno. Maybe you want to humor me."
"Well, I'm not."
"Why do you have to show a card?"
"Well, we can't have muggles wanting to buy ice cream, and then end up in a magical place can we? Also it keeps out uninvited wizards from coming in." He paused, "Now take a bite of your ice cream and you will be transported to Diagon Alley."
"I just take a bite?"
"Yes. Watch me. I'll go first." Remus simply took a small bite of his ice cream, when nothing happened Harry snickered.
"Something go wrong Remus?" But to this, Harry never heard the answer, for Remus suddenly vanished into thin air.
Harry blinked, making sure he was seeing correctly, but Remus was still gone. He looked warily at his ice cream cone, which was now starting to melt. He took a bite, and was please to find that it was fudge brownie flavor. He was about to take another taste, when a result similar to touching a portkey occurred.
When the nauseous ride had ended, much to Harry's relief, he found himself in a room, which was completely white and empty except for Remus, who was standing next to him. All of a sudden a strange voice sounded throughout the room, "Welcome Mr. Potter and Mr. Lupin. In a moment a few security checks will be preformed on you. We would appreciate your cooperation. Wait one moment please."
"Were there always this many security checks?" Harry asked.
Remus smiled sadly, "No before Voldemort, we had barely any security. All we had to do was go into a small Pub, invisible to the muggle eye. Then, you went though the back door and tapped a combination of bricks, and you were in." He sighed, "As you see, it's changed quite a bit."
He stopped talking as the voice sounded again, "The tests will begin now."
Harry felt a surge of magic course through his body. It was as if he had stepped in a ghost, which he had no idea how he knew how that felt. It sent shivers down his spine, and in other words, was not a fun event. A sharp pain shot through his head for a few seconds, but then went away.
The voice then spoke again, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Lupin, you have been cleared. At once there was a blinding flash in the room.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
I have no Beta reader or anything, so you'll have to forgive all my mistakes.
Please Review!
Death-Demon Xero: Thanks for trying to help me out, but this is what you wrote: You do and backwards to get bold letters. and italics are and backwards. So now I'm all confused! HELP!
Jennifer- Thanks so much. It's reviews like yours that keep me going!
Isabelle- No I've never read Tangled Fate, but I'll be sure to when I have time. Thanks for recommending it!
momo- If you're talking about Hermione and Ron being friends, right now they're going out.
Karen- Thanks so much for understanding how much schoolwork I have. You didn't have to hum as long as I thought you would. I have a three day weekend * Yeah * so I had some time to get this chappy out. Hope it's worth the wait.
Ponder - Yes, Ron is going to be an ass.
Ice Fox- Chill is a good word! LOL
Also thanks to: Angel, Whaza, BayBee05, zoegirl, LittleEar BigEar's sis, Reania, and anyone else I forgot to mention!
Your reviews mean the word to me! Trust me.
Harry looked around at the room he would be staying in the next month. It was an extra staff room, which was reserved for guests. It was away from all the other professors' rooms. It was fairly small, but much larger than the room he had lived in at Privet drive.
He sat down the bed, which sank in a bit, just so it was comfortable. It was going to take some getting used to. He was so used to the rock hard beds that hurt like heck. He was exhausted; it had been quite a day. I mean of course it had been, I don't think it can get anymore surprising then finding out you're a famous wizard, well maybe if he found out he was the ruler of another world, but wasn't even in perspective.
It all made sense now; him being able to do all of the strange things he had done. He wondered just how famous he was. He didn't really want to be famous, he just wanted to be normal, well as normal as a wizard could get.
He stripped to his boxers, and jumped into bed. Maybe he could talk to Dumbledore about changing his name so no one would recognize him. Of course the scar on his forehead would be a dead giveaway. He climbed back out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He inspected the thin, lighting bolt on his forehead in the mirror.
On instinct he closed his eyes, and imagined himself without the scar. First a sharp pain ran though his forehead, but it was quickly over, and a strange tingling feeling replaced it. When he opened his eyes again, the scar was gone. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining things. 'That was to easy.' He thought. He closed his eyes again, and imagined the scar back on his forehead, again a short sharp pain, then a strange tingling feeling, and his scar was back when he opened his eyes. It was almost normal, except for the fact that a small trickle of blood was running down from the end of his scar. He wiped it away, and his scar was back to normal. That took care of that problem.
He climbed back into bed, thinking about what his new name could be. Obviously nothing with Potter in it. Maybe he could use his dad's name: James. Yeah, James. James Smith, nah, to boring. James Dursley; no way. Hmmm. What was his mom's maiden name again? Oh ya: Evans. Yes that would work: James Evans.
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Remus Lupin headed toward Harry's new room for the time being. He opened the door quietly, and slipped in. He knew that James had always been a heavy sleeper during school, and he wanted to see if this went for Harry as well.
"Harry!" He yelled, "Harry! Wake Up!" He yelled as loud as he could right into Harry's ear. He didn't move a centimeter. Remus shook him slightly. He still didn't wake. Remus shook him harder, but Harry continued sleeping.
Remus shook his head, and went into the bathroom. 'Like father like son,' he thought. He came back with a full glass of water, and stood so he was over Harry, who was still sleeping soundly.
This however was not to last for long, for Remus pored the glasses' continents onto Harry's head.
It was proved to be effective, Harry awoke, coughing and sputtering on the water. Remus erupted in laughter, clutching his sides.
"Thank you so much for that lovely bath Remus." Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Remus continued laughing, but managed to sputter out a, 'You're welcome.'
After he had calmed down a bit Harry, anger still evident in his voice, asked, "What'd you do that for?"
Remus let out a short chuckle, "Well, I wanted to see if you were as heavy as a sleeper as your dad. I tried calling your name, and shaking you, but you didn't budge. When your dad wouldn't wake up, we would all pour water in his head. That seemed to be the only thing that worked, aside from tipping the bed so he fell out. It seems to be e same for you."
Harry actually laughed, "I've always been a heavy sleeper, but usually Uncle Vernon just tips the bed over so I fall out."
Remus let out a snort of laughter; "Well I guess I'll have to wake you up with water every morning."
"Fine, but I'm not washing the sheets."
"You won't have to. The house elves will."
"The what?"
"Never mind that, I'll introduce you to them later. Right now you have to get dressed. We need to get you some stuff."
"Where?"
"In Diagon Alley."
"Oh, okay."
"Hurry up and get dressed."
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After easily the most fulfilling breakfast Harry had ever eaten in his life, he and Remus had left Hogwarts and headed for Diagon Alley. Now Harry found himself standing in front of a small Ice Cream cart with a bulky man behind it.
"Hungry for Ben and Jerry's?"
"In a way."
"What do you mean, 'In a way?' You either want Ice Cream or you don't."
Remus chuckled and walked up to the man behind the cart. He didn't exactly seem the type to sell Ice Cream, but then again, nothing was what it seemed anymore.
"Hello Croner."
"Good Mornin' Remus, and who is this." He nodded towards Harry.
Remus handed the man some sort of card, which he inspected. "Oh, well this is Harry Potter. We're getting his school supplies."
"THE Harry Potter."
"The only one I know of."
The man named Croner took Harry's hand and shook it feverishly, "Welcome back Mr. Potter. Pleasure to meet you."
"Um . . . Nice to meet you too." Harry said, bewildered.
"Here's your ice cream Mr. Potter." He paused, "And yours too Remus."
"Thanks Croner." Remus took the two ice cream cones and then added, "Oh and Croner, try not to tell anyone about young Harry here. We want to keep this quiet."
"No problem Remus, and again, it was a honor meeting you Mr. Potter."
Remus and Harry walked away from the ice cream stand.
"I thought we were going to Diagon Alley."
"We are."
"Then what's with the ice cream then?"
"This is how we're going to get to Diagon Alley."
"What do we take a bite of this ice cream and it magically transports us to Diagon Alley?" Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"In short, yes."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?'
"I dunno. Maybe you want to humor me."
"Well, I'm not."
"Why do you have to show a card?"
"Well, we can't have muggles wanting to buy ice cream, and then end up in a magical place can we? Also it keeps out uninvited wizards from coming in." He paused, "Now take a bite of your ice cream and you will be transported to Diagon Alley."
"I just take a bite?"
"Yes. Watch me. I'll go first." Remus simply took a small bite of his ice cream, when nothing happened Harry snickered.
"Something go wrong Remus?" But to this, Harry never heard the answer, for Remus suddenly vanished into thin air.
Harry blinked, making sure he was seeing correctly, but Remus was still gone. He looked warily at his ice cream cone, which was now starting to melt. He took a bite, and was please to find that it was fudge brownie flavor. He was about to take another taste, when a result similar to touching a portkey occurred.
When the nauseous ride had ended, much to Harry's relief, he found himself in a room, which was completely white and empty except for Remus, who was standing next to him. All of a sudden a strange voice sounded throughout the room, "Welcome Mr. Potter and Mr. Lupin. In a moment a few security checks will be preformed on you. We would appreciate your cooperation. Wait one moment please."
"Were there always this many security checks?" Harry asked.
Remus smiled sadly, "No before Voldemort, we had barely any security. All we had to do was go into a small Pub, invisible to the muggle eye. Then, you went though the back door and tapped a combination of bricks, and you were in." He sighed, "As you see, it's changed quite a bit."
He stopped talking as the voice sounded again, "The tests will begin now."
Harry felt a surge of magic course through his body. It was as if he had stepped in a ghost, which he had no idea how he knew how that felt. It sent shivers down his spine, and in other words, was not a fun event. A sharp pain shot through his head for a few seconds, but then went away.
The voice then spoke again, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Lupin, you have been cleared. At once there was a blinding flash in the room.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
I have no Beta reader or anything, so you'll have to forgive all my mistakes.
Please Review!
