A/N- YAY! Second chapter! ::blows kisses to crowd:: ::camera zooms on
crowd, they are tied to their chairs and gagged so they cannot call for
help:: ::camera goes back to us, your beloved authors:: Erm, let's not use
that shot, we don't want our "fans" to turn on us again. ::shudders:: All
the blood, all the clothes contaminated by the vicious fangirls. ::all
shudder:: Well anyway here's our second chapter. Cash accepted, no checks.
You can also help by not reporting us to the police. ::glances around
nervously:: Money, what money? We didn't steal that money. ::breaks down
sobbing hysterically:: OK it was only a little and we needed to buy the
floppy disk to write this story. ::cops come and drag us away:: ::we
scream:: DON'T FORGET US! READ OUR STORY! THE TRUTH IS HIDDEN IN OUR STORY!
::glances around conspiratorially:: ::whisper amoung themselves:: What
truth hidden in the story? ::all shrug::
Disclaimer- We do not own or claim to own any of the characters owned already by J. K. Rowling. Please do not sue us ::AHHHHH Mary-Sues:: We have moved out of our dumpster, and into a dog's house (and out of the frying pan and into the fire) It's a pitbull.
Chapter 2
Harry ducked from couch to to chair to get to all of his hidden school stuff. Over every summer the Dursley's hid his magical stuff since he made his other Aunt float in mid-air. But since then Harry's got smarter and it was too obvious and he didn't need to think twice about where they were. The hard part was bringing them back to his room. Only about 2 books per trip or a small box. It took almost all day and the sun was starting to go down.
It was almost time, the Weasley's should be there any minute. The last of his things were only packed about 15 minutes ago. Waiting is the worst part of anything. You just sit and think waiting for what you're waiting for. "Jeez, Hedwig! Shut Up! Come on you're gonna wake everyone up!" Harry whispered while Hedwig started shaking in her cage. "HONK, HONK"
Finally the Weasley's were here. But now here was the next hard part: Getting into the car quietly and quickly. While being in mid air. "Hey, Harry! Come on, we gotta get going!" Ron screamed.
"Ron! Everyone's asleep. Shut Up! But yea we better get going!" Everything was going great tossing one box at a time. Until the trunk came Ron was almost half out of the car and he got it in his hands but as you can guess it slipped right into the middle of Aunt Petunia's rose garden mushing all of the flowers.
"Petunia! Petunia! What was that!" Uncle Vernon called across the bed.
"I know, I know go check I need my rest for my work out tommrrow at Curves." Aunt Petunia said while she was still hiding under her pillow, so he couldn't see her face being embarressed about her not having make-up on.
"Ron I hear someone come on! You jump out use that counter-curse that Hermione taught us, Dumbledore will understand! I'll pretend to sleep in my bed and Mrs. Weasley you drive the car on top of the roof. When the coast is clear come back down!" Harry shouted but not so loud that Uncle Dudley would get more suspisious.
"Alright, Harry," Ron called back softly, as he turned to go hide.
"Petunia! Where's the phone? I'm calling the cops."
Vernon dialed the number, "Hello, police. This is Vernon Dursley of Number 4 Privet Drive. There are some people trying to break and enter my home. Please come quickly." Hanging up the phone he turned to Petunia, who was now sitting up frightened in bed.
"Do you really think it was nessescary to call the police?" Petunia was wide awake now.
"Well I'm not going down there. They could be armed, and they most defineately are dangerous." As Harry was going back up the stairs up to his room, a noise made him turn around. "Oh, crap. The cops!" He turned and ran down the stairs, "Ron, Ron, the cops are coming!"
The flashing lights came closer, and stopped in front of the house. Uncle Vernon ran out of the house, pushing Harry on his way down the stairs, "Thank God you're here. I'm almost positive that we were going to be robbed!"
A cop held a megaphone up, "THIS IS THE POLICE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
A/N- Whoo-hoo! All done. Now we're going to go watch 'Chocolat.' Bye now!
Disclaimer- We do not own or claim to own any of the characters owned already by J. K. Rowling. Please do not sue us ::AHHHHH Mary-Sues:: We have moved out of our dumpster, and into a dog's house (and out of the frying pan and into the fire) It's a pitbull.
Chapter 2
Harry ducked from couch to to chair to get to all of his hidden school stuff. Over every summer the Dursley's hid his magical stuff since he made his other Aunt float in mid-air. But since then Harry's got smarter and it was too obvious and he didn't need to think twice about where they were. The hard part was bringing them back to his room. Only about 2 books per trip or a small box. It took almost all day and the sun was starting to go down.
It was almost time, the Weasley's should be there any minute. The last of his things were only packed about 15 minutes ago. Waiting is the worst part of anything. You just sit and think waiting for what you're waiting for. "Jeez, Hedwig! Shut Up! Come on you're gonna wake everyone up!" Harry whispered while Hedwig started shaking in her cage. "HONK, HONK"
Finally the Weasley's were here. But now here was the next hard part: Getting into the car quietly and quickly. While being in mid air. "Hey, Harry! Come on, we gotta get going!" Ron screamed.
"Ron! Everyone's asleep. Shut Up! But yea we better get going!" Everything was going great tossing one box at a time. Until the trunk came Ron was almost half out of the car and he got it in his hands but as you can guess it slipped right into the middle of Aunt Petunia's rose garden mushing all of the flowers.
"Petunia! Petunia! What was that!" Uncle Vernon called across the bed.
"I know, I know go check I need my rest for my work out tommrrow at Curves." Aunt Petunia said while she was still hiding under her pillow, so he couldn't see her face being embarressed about her not having make-up on.
"Ron I hear someone come on! You jump out use that counter-curse that Hermione taught us, Dumbledore will understand! I'll pretend to sleep in my bed and Mrs. Weasley you drive the car on top of the roof. When the coast is clear come back down!" Harry shouted but not so loud that Uncle Dudley would get more suspisious.
"Alright, Harry," Ron called back softly, as he turned to go hide.
"Petunia! Where's the phone? I'm calling the cops."
Vernon dialed the number, "Hello, police. This is Vernon Dursley of Number 4 Privet Drive. There are some people trying to break and enter my home. Please come quickly." Hanging up the phone he turned to Petunia, who was now sitting up frightened in bed.
"Do you really think it was nessescary to call the police?" Petunia was wide awake now.
"Well I'm not going down there. They could be armed, and they most defineately are dangerous." As Harry was going back up the stairs up to his room, a noise made him turn around. "Oh, crap. The cops!" He turned and ran down the stairs, "Ron, Ron, the cops are coming!"
The flashing lights came closer, and stopped in front of the house. Uncle Vernon ran out of the house, pushing Harry on his way down the stairs, "Thank God you're here. I'm almost positive that we were going to be robbed!"
A cop held a megaphone up, "THIS IS THE POLICE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
A/N- Whoo-hoo! All done. Now we're going to go watch 'Chocolat.' Bye now!