LK: Hiya everybody! Howya doin? I hope you all are having a good day,
because I certainly am NOT having a good day. but enough about me. let's
get on with the.
SP: Hey! I wanna say hi to!
LK: Well then, say hi, ya dumb blo- uh, black!
SP: HEY! I'm not dumb! Am I?
LK: Yes, dear, I'm afraid you are. Now, are you going to say hello or
not?
SP (tearful): No, I suppose not.
LK: Good. All right, ya'll, let's get started.
Disclaimer: I'm new to these things, but I think what I'm supposed to say
is that I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the other characters in J. K.
Rowling books.
A/N: Sorry! Gotta get one more thing in! This is in Sarah's
perspective.
//# = Blocked thought process
**~ = Weak mind connection
Chapter Two: Ok, let's back up here. as in time.
//# I wonder were to begin. #//
"Begin wherever you like, Ms. Potter. And I don't mean to be presumptuous, but, I think we're both waiting."
//# Well, that solves that question, but not exactly the opinion I wanted. I was looking for a stronger surmise #//**Yo, bro, where do you want me to start? And don't say wherever you like. Please. **
Harry spoke out loud on purpose, with a rather pointed, you-should-mind- your-manners-and-fill-Dumbledore-in kind of look. (A/N: amazing how some people can analyze a "look" and put it into words. I simply label them by emotions. Ah, well, never mind. Let's start a new paragraph, shall we?)
"I think you should begin with the beginning."
"And what, pray-tell, is that supposed to mean, brother dearest?"
"At the beginning, as in birth."
"0_0. Oh. Ok, umm. here we go."
(A/N: I'm just gonna tell this in her perspective, but not bother with quotations. Okee dokee? Diet Coke-y. That phrase goes to my friend Eleni. Merry Christmas. You're welcome; thank me later.)
Well, when we were born, we were separated. Lily and James (I just call them by their first names, Harry.) knew about me, obviously, but I was not to be found anywhere in St. Mungo's. You see, Voldemort knew who you were and he knew about the prophecy, and he didn't know that the prophecy meant a boy. When one of his followers **I fancy that it was either Snape or Malfoy, brother, ** told him this tiny detail, he decided to see how strong I was and he thought that he could get to you through me. once I was "trained." I won't go into overly graphic details, but if I were to put Voldemort on trial, which wouldn't do justice to all of the things that he did, I would convict him of unnatural forced aging processes; rape; branding of underaged, non-concurring child; among all of the killings and other things he did. He also used my powers to increase his own, and dragged me with him on all of his "missions" as he fondly called them. Yes, I was there when he killed our parents, bro- brothe-.
At this point Sarah fainted.
"Sarah?!" **Sister?!**
**~ I'm here, brother. Just a knockout spell to make sure I didn't tell my past. I'll be right as rain in a few minutes. ~**
* HALF AN HOUR LATER. *
**Ok, nix the minutes part. I'll have to continue. Mind you, speaking is going to be a little hard. **
**Wait, you mean you're going to continue?!**
**Yes, I have to. If I stop, then I won't be able to keep going.**
(A/N: same as before. except "**" )
After Voldemort killed our parents and tried to kill you, I received a bit of the backfire from the spell myself, and I was knocked out. I also got a scar from the fiasco. (I just cover it up with cosmetics and spells.) (*Sarah's scar instantly appeared on her forehead with a sizzling noise, slightly smaller and not as dramatic as Harry's.*) After I woke up, the house was in ruins, and you and Voldemort were gone. I was devastated. I didn't know who you were, but Lilly knew me (I think I look like her, oh, and she recognized me BEFORE she died. duh) and you seemed to try to establish a mind connection. Not wanting to be found awake amidst the confusion of our destroyed home, I morphed into the black panther (I thought it was my mood that controlled my form back then) and wildly transported myself anywhere but there. (yes, I know that was dangerous, but I had to get out of there, and I had far too much power for a one-year- old-who-looked-like-a-rather-developed-eleven-year-old-midget.) (A/N: River- Star! MUAHAHAHA! More about her later.) So, I found myself on the streets in a rather confusing place where the cars drove on the wrong side of the road, and not many people were on the side walk, and there was so much pollution and so little magic that I almost passed out. (that seems to happen to me a lot, doesn't it?) I saw this one guy, who made a call on his "cell phone," as he called it, and I was picked up by a truck that bore the insignia "St. Louis Forest Park and Zoo Services." Even after I read that, I still didn't know where I was. I was locked in a cage and taken on a long car ride. I decided that I would use the powers of Legimency. So I was in their minds for the next half-hour, and I realized that they were both quite stupid and they were just doing their job and they didn't like cats, "ya know, homie?" I felt drugged anyway, but I decided I would be very nice to the minions of this new world. I even licked one of them, and I was quite the domicile panther-kitten. When I got into the viewing-place- thingie, I was able to communicate with the other non-Muggles that were in the zoo at the time. I think that some of the zoo keepers, or maybe even other "animals" in the zoo might have been the other witches and wizards that I spoke to. The panthers all seemed to know that I wasn't really a panther and they kinda taught me how a real panther acts. I became the zoo's most economically productive animal, (but that was only because I understood human commands), and there were all kinds of shows that I did. it was fun. I recently got sick of it, though, and decided to come here and find you. So, now you don't have to go to your uncle's house, we can go live at the St. Louis Zoo. No, I'm not serious, bro, sorry.
**Well, that's my story. I already know all of your story. Ah, yes, my dear brother is a hero.**
**B-b-but, you were talking the whole time, how did you.**
**Ha ha, no! I can't tell you!**
**Come on sister, tell me. or else!** Harry threatened.
"Ooh, I'm scared. What are you going to do to me?" Sarah retorted playfully.
Harry thought really hard and then racked her brain instead of his own since he realized that he didn't know what to do to her.
"I know, I'll tickle you!"
At this, Sarah gave a fake shriek and screamed, "I yield, I yield!"
"O..
"If you PROMISE not to tickle me." All of the sudden, Sarah was VERY serious.
"Ok, ok, I promise. Now teach me."
LK: Ok, about my friend River-Star. In real life she is a red-haired LEPrecon personell. (Artimus Fowl reference. I you haven't read it, read it now.) She calls me the BFG, and if she doesn't (hey, I might have imagined that part.) she should. BFG means ____ ____ Giant. I know! Let's have a contest to see who can come up with the closest wording. But you have to review my story in order to compete. Oh, and you must read "Dancer Among Dragons," by River-Star unless "Ye be fainte of hearte," and all of Zelda the 7th Sage's fanfics. I haven't read the rest of Tr.. I mean River-Star's fanfics, and I will tell you if your unmistakably tender eyes/ears should see/hear all of the. um. interesting things that Rive likes to read/write. well, not much more to say, since I seem to have talked your. eyes(?). off, so I'll say adieu, which means "goodbye" in French.
"Swing, swing, swing from the tangles o-of my heart; it's crushed by a former lo-ove; can, you, help, me FI-IND A-a way to carry on again." "I think I got a disease."
LK: I think that I am quite random.
because I certainly am NOT having a good day. but enough about me. let's
get on with the.
SP: Hey! I wanna say hi to!
LK: Well then, say hi, ya dumb blo- uh, black!
SP: HEY! I'm not dumb! Am I?
LK: Yes, dear, I'm afraid you are. Now, are you going to say hello or
not?
SP (tearful): No, I suppose not.
LK: Good. All right, ya'll, let's get started.
Disclaimer: I'm new to these things, but I think what I'm supposed to say
is that I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the other characters in J. K.
Rowling books.
A/N: Sorry! Gotta get one more thing in! This is in Sarah's
perspective.
//# = Blocked thought process
**~ = Weak mind connection
Chapter Two: Ok, let's back up here. as in time.
//# I wonder were to begin. #//
"Begin wherever you like, Ms. Potter. And I don't mean to be presumptuous, but, I think we're both waiting."
//# Well, that solves that question, but not exactly the opinion I wanted. I was looking for a stronger surmise #//**Yo, bro, where do you want me to start? And don't say wherever you like. Please. **
Harry spoke out loud on purpose, with a rather pointed, you-should-mind- your-manners-and-fill-Dumbledore-in kind of look. (A/N: amazing how some people can analyze a "look" and put it into words. I simply label them by emotions. Ah, well, never mind. Let's start a new paragraph, shall we?)
"I think you should begin with the beginning."
"And what, pray-tell, is that supposed to mean, brother dearest?"
"At the beginning, as in birth."
"0_0. Oh. Ok, umm. here we go."
(A/N: I'm just gonna tell this in her perspective, but not bother with quotations. Okee dokee? Diet Coke-y. That phrase goes to my friend Eleni. Merry Christmas. You're welcome; thank me later.)
Well, when we were born, we were separated. Lily and James (I just call them by their first names, Harry.) knew about me, obviously, but I was not to be found anywhere in St. Mungo's. You see, Voldemort knew who you were and he knew about the prophecy, and he didn't know that the prophecy meant a boy. When one of his followers **I fancy that it was either Snape or Malfoy, brother, ** told him this tiny detail, he decided to see how strong I was and he thought that he could get to you through me. once I was "trained." I won't go into overly graphic details, but if I were to put Voldemort on trial, which wouldn't do justice to all of the things that he did, I would convict him of unnatural forced aging processes; rape; branding of underaged, non-concurring child; among all of the killings and other things he did. He also used my powers to increase his own, and dragged me with him on all of his "missions" as he fondly called them. Yes, I was there when he killed our parents, bro- brothe-.
At this point Sarah fainted.
"Sarah?!" **Sister?!**
**~ I'm here, brother. Just a knockout spell to make sure I didn't tell my past. I'll be right as rain in a few minutes. ~**
* HALF AN HOUR LATER. *
**Ok, nix the minutes part. I'll have to continue. Mind you, speaking is going to be a little hard. **
**Wait, you mean you're going to continue?!**
**Yes, I have to. If I stop, then I won't be able to keep going.**
(A/N: same as before. except "**" )
After Voldemort killed our parents and tried to kill you, I received a bit of the backfire from the spell myself, and I was knocked out. I also got a scar from the fiasco. (I just cover it up with cosmetics and spells.) (*Sarah's scar instantly appeared on her forehead with a sizzling noise, slightly smaller and not as dramatic as Harry's.*) After I woke up, the house was in ruins, and you and Voldemort were gone. I was devastated. I didn't know who you were, but Lilly knew me (I think I look like her, oh, and she recognized me BEFORE she died. duh) and you seemed to try to establish a mind connection. Not wanting to be found awake amidst the confusion of our destroyed home, I morphed into the black panther (I thought it was my mood that controlled my form back then) and wildly transported myself anywhere but there. (yes, I know that was dangerous, but I had to get out of there, and I had far too much power for a one-year- old-who-looked-like-a-rather-developed-eleven-year-old-midget.) (A/N: River- Star! MUAHAHAHA! More about her later.) So, I found myself on the streets in a rather confusing place where the cars drove on the wrong side of the road, and not many people were on the side walk, and there was so much pollution and so little magic that I almost passed out. (that seems to happen to me a lot, doesn't it?) I saw this one guy, who made a call on his "cell phone," as he called it, and I was picked up by a truck that bore the insignia "St. Louis Forest Park and Zoo Services." Even after I read that, I still didn't know where I was. I was locked in a cage and taken on a long car ride. I decided that I would use the powers of Legimency. So I was in their minds for the next half-hour, and I realized that they were both quite stupid and they were just doing their job and they didn't like cats, "ya know, homie?" I felt drugged anyway, but I decided I would be very nice to the minions of this new world. I even licked one of them, and I was quite the domicile panther-kitten. When I got into the viewing-place- thingie, I was able to communicate with the other non-Muggles that were in the zoo at the time. I think that some of the zoo keepers, or maybe even other "animals" in the zoo might have been the other witches and wizards that I spoke to. The panthers all seemed to know that I wasn't really a panther and they kinda taught me how a real panther acts. I became the zoo's most economically productive animal, (but that was only because I understood human commands), and there were all kinds of shows that I did. it was fun. I recently got sick of it, though, and decided to come here and find you. So, now you don't have to go to your uncle's house, we can go live at the St. Louis Zoo. No, I'm not serious, bro, sorry.
**Well, that's my story. I already know all of your story. Ah, yes, my dear brother is a hero.**
**B-b-but, you were talking the whole time, how did you.**
**Ha ha, no! I can't tell you!**
**Come on sister, tell me. or else!** Harry threatened.
"Ooh, I'm scared. What are you going to do to me?" Sarah retorted playfully.
Harry thought really hard and then racked her brain instead of his own since he realized that he didn't know what to do to her.
"I know, I'll tickle you!"
At this, Sarah gave a fake shriek and screamed, "I yield, I yield!"
"O..
"If you PROMISE not to tickle me." All of the sudden, Sarah was VERY serious.
"Ok, ok, I promise. Now teach me."
LK: Ok, about my friend River-Star. In real life she is a red-haired LEPrecon personell. (Artimus Fowl reference. I you haven't read it, read it now.) She calls me the BFG, and if she doesn't (hey, I might have imagined that part.) she should. BFG means ____ ____ Giant. I know! Let's have a contest to see who can come up with the closest wording. But you have to review my story in order to compete. Oh, and you must read "Dancer Among Dragons," by River-Star unless "Ye be fainte of hearte," and all of Zelda the 7th Sage's fanfics. I haven't read the rest of Tr.. I mean River-Star's fanfics, and I will tell you if your unmistakably tender eyes/ears should see/hear all of the. um. interesting things that Rive likes to read/write. well, not much more to say, since I seem to have talked your. eyes(?). off, so I'll say adieu, which means "goodbye" in French.
"Swing, swing, swing from the tangles o-of my heart; it's crushed by a former lo-ove; can, you, help, me FI-IND A-a way to carry on again." "I think I got a disease."
LK: I think that I am quite random.