Star-chan: *cries* I'm sooo sorry! I meant to have this
chapter up sooner, but stupid FINALS had to come! I HATE FINALS!!! THEY
ARE IN THE LEAGUE WITH SATAN AND COMPUTERS AND....OTHER EVIL THINGS!!!!!!!
(not Evil Willow. She's just crazy.)
DISCLAIMER: The men in white have been tailing me. They can send me back to the nuthouse if I say I own Harry Potter. I don't wanna go back! I don't own Harry Potter!
Harry Potter coughed as dust flew around his face. Aunt Petunia had been complaining how awful the basement was and Uncle Vernon, acting as usual, had ordered Harry to clean it. Harry agreed, since his aunt and uncle weren't the best of company to be in recently. Dudley's diet had barely taken effect, so the family diet continued. Frustrated, the Durselys had taken their anger out on Harry, and not even the threat of Sirius scared them.
Looking around the basement, Harry wondered where the Durselys had acquired all these old things and kept them. Sighing, he opened the nearest trunk and got to work.
Two hours later, the tired boy looked at the piles he'd made and looked at the last box. He knelt in front of it and wiped off the inch- thick pile of dust that had gathered on top of the box. Harry froze. In big, unruly letters, the words "Lily's things" were printed on top of the box. Harry listened carefully. He knew what he had to do. Aunt Petunia would have considered all of her sister's belongings garbage. He was not going to let her throw out his last and only connection to his mother.
When Harry was positive Aunt Petunia was not near the stairs, he raced up, deposited the box on his bed and ran back down, praying no one had seen. He had just reached the bottom stair of the basement as Aunt Petunia shrieked, "Are you done yet, boy?!"
Harry called back, "Yes, Aunt Petunia!"
Aunt Petunia stalked downstairs, hoping to find something wrong, when there wasn't, she snapped, "Fine. Go do something else."
Harry raced upstairs to his room and opened the box. Just as he did, two other figures far away were getting some surprising news....
A short, blonde woman lounged in a day bed, snoring, when an owl flew in an open window and landed on the back of the piece of furniture. With a disgusted look at the woman, the owl hooted loudly. The woman gasped and fell to the floor, looking around confused. After another hoot, she finally found the owl.
"What do you want?" she asked irritably. The owl held out a claw that had a bounded letter tied to it. The woman sighed and snatched off the letter, grumbling about inconvient mail. She called to someone else in the house, "Hey! We've got post!"
Another woman breezed through the French doors and asked, "So late in the day? Who is it from?"
The first woman glanced at the signature and gasped. "It's from Dumbledore!"
The other woman ran over and grabbed the letter. "Hey!" protested the blonde. "Don't do that!" She paused, and then asked, "What does it say?"
The other woman, a brunette, frowned at the parchment. "He wants us to fill in staff positions."
"We're going back to Hogwarts? Excellent!" exclaimed the blonde. "Pulling pranks again... Do I still have that magical hair dye?"
"We are going to be teachers. We're not supposed to pull pranks, pranks get pulled on us," the brunette replied, then sighed. "Perfect. Less time for my research."
"Stop complaining," ordered her companion. "You need a vacation. Start packing. If you try to take one book with you, I'll burn it."
The brunette made at face and went to pack.
Star-chan: I'm sorry it's so short. I HATE FINALS!! But I like reviews. Please review and make me happy. Please.
DISCLAIMER: The men in white have been tailing me. They can send me back to the nuthouse if I say I own Harry Potter. I don't wanna go back! I don't own Harry Potter!
Harry Potter coughed as dust flew around his face. Aunt Petunia had been complaining how awful the basement was and Uncle Vernon, acting as usual, had ordered Harry to clean it. Harry agreed, since his aunt and uncle weren't the best of company to be in recently. Dudley's diet had barely taken effect, so the family diet continued. Frustrated, the Durselys had taken their anger out on Harry, and not even the threat of Sirius scared them.
Looking around the basement, Harry wondered where the Durselys had acquired all these old things and kept them. Sighing, he opened the nearest trunk and got to work.
Two hours later, the tired boy looked at the piles he'd made and looked at the last box. He knelt in front of it and wiped off the inch- thick pile of dust that had gathered on top of the box. Harry froze. In big, unruly letters, the words "Lily's things" were printed on top of the box. Harry listened carefully. He knew what he had to do. Aunt Petunia would have considered all of her sister's belongings garbage. He was not going to let her throw out his last and only connection to his mother.
When Harry was positive Aunt Petunia was not near the stairs, he raced up, deposited the box on his bed and ran back down, praying no one had seen. He had just reached the bottom stair of the basement as Aunt Petunia shrieked, "Are you done yet, boy?!"
Harry called back, "Yes, Aunt Petunia!"
Aunt Petunia stalked downstairs, hoping to find something wrong, when there wasn't, she snapped, "Fine. Go do something else."
Harry raced upstairs to his room and opened the box. Just as he did, two other figures far away were getting some surprising news....
A short, blonde woman lounged in a day bed, snoring, when an owl flew in an open window and landed on the back of the piece of furniture. With a disgusted look at the woman, the owl hooted loudly. The woman gasped and fell to the floor, looking around confused. After another hoot, she finally found the owl.
"What do you want?" she asked irritably. The owl held out a claw that had a bounded letter tied to it. The woman sighed and snatched off the letter, grumbling about inconvient mail. She called to someone else in the house, "Hey! We've got post!"
Another woman breezed through the French doors and asked, "So late in the day? Who is it from?"
The first woman glanced at the signature and gasped. "It's from Dumbledore!"
The other woman ran over and grabbed the letter. "Hey!" protested the blonde. "Don't do that!" She paused, and then asked, "What does it say?"
The other woman, a brunette, frowned at the parchment. "He wants us to fill in staff positions."
"We're going back to Hogwarts? Excellent!" exclaimed the blonde. "Pulling pranks again... Do I still have that magical hair dye?"
"We are going to be teachers. We're not supposed to pull pranks, pranks get pulled on us," the brunette replied, then sighed. "Perfect. Less time for my research."
"Stop complaining," ordered her companion. "You need a vacation. Start packing. If you try to take one book with you, I'll burn it."
The brunette made at face and went to pack.
Star-chan: I'm sorry it's so short. I HATE FINALS!! But I like reviews. Please review and make me happy. Please.