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A/n: Sorry it's been this long… *looks for reason* Ahh… page 485… *clears throat* I was hit in the head with a big wad of dental floss and passed out for 3.9365 days. O__o Yeah… sure…
Shoutouts:
MunkieButt: Looks like you got your wish. ^__^
Sirius-Sexy-Lady: Thanks. I'm glad you like. ^__^
Ussd: Lily? Ok. What do you think she would want to be?
Twilight singer: A ferret? Hehehehe. I'll send you the original, today, if I can…. I need to re-read it again…. ^__~
Woodelf193: We had a blast, didn't we? Although I didn't know that Remmie-kun could fit that many marshmallows in his mouth…. ^__~ We need to do it again soon. Siri-chan thinks so too. *Sirius nods vigorously*
The Barmy Brigand: King? Hehehehe. That would be VERY in character. *cracks up* I'll try to do him next chappie.
Samyjoc: Don't harass me about updating! *rips hair out* ^__^;;; I'll get to the other one when I can. I'll try to write it today, but I have to get on a sugar high, and let me tell you, that doesn't happen all that often. But I promise I will work on it. *writes it out on paper and signs in blood* ^__^ Yeah, I'm weird like that. No, I didn't really sign it in blood…. Don't look at me like that…. (^__~)
Chapter Three
Harry is unsurprised to see Hermione's room spinning into a blur around him. This time when it stops, he is standing in front of a store in Diagon Alley.
"Well, I guess I'm supposed to go in…" He enters the store.
It is filled with whirring and spinning objects. The lights shine in from the many windows, making the various instruments glitter and sparkle.
Who am I supposed to be looking for? He wonders. What shop is this? It must have gone out of business by now. He then sees a little boy with red hair, though not as bright as Ron's, and stunningly blue eyes. He's staring at what looks like a gold toaster, suspended by a string from the ceiling. It has little whirligigs and wheels sticking out in random places.
Harry wonders why it holds the boy's attention, but then he hears it playing a soft tune. The boy's mother walks up.
"Albus, honey, we need to leave." Albus nods, eyes still fixed on the machine.
"We need to go now." He nods again. His mum sighs and tugs on his arm. He looks up at her. "No, we cannot buy that." She sighs again. "I shouldn't have let you come into this store." Albus grins and follows his mother toward the door.
Something else catches Albus's eye. "Ooooooh." He sees an object on a desk. It's a simple silver telescope. Little Dumbledore gazes into it and gasps in delight.
"What is it, Albus?" She says, trying not to roll her eyes.
"Mum! The colors are swirling together! It's like a rainbow… but alive!"
She has a warning tone in her voice now. "Come, Albus."
He replies distractedly, "Yes, mum." He keeps looking into the telescope.
"Now, Albus."
He looks away, smiling at her. "When I grow up, I'm going to buy out this store and have all these things sitting in my office."
"I'm sure you will."
His eyes are far away. "And I'll have the biggest collection ever."
"I don't doubt it. Let's get the rest of your supplies before it gets dark, alright?" Albus nods. He makes it almost all the way to the door when he looks up again. Hanging straight above his head is a cube, with nine squares on each face. Each of the nine squares has a color.
I've seen one of those before. Harry thinks. Dudley got one for Christmas before he chucked it out the window because he couldn't figure it out. This brings a smile to his face. A Rubix cube.
The cube is attempting to solve itself, but it's not having much luck at the moment. Although it's hanging from only a string, it looks rather heavy.
"Can we get that? Please?"
His mother sighs. "If it will get you out of here, alright."
Albus grins. He reaches it up to pull it down, but just as he does, its string snaps and it hits Albus on the head, pretty hard.
His mum looks worried. "Albus, honey, are you alright?" He has a dazed look. (@__@)
Harry laughs. So that's why he's so weird. I always thought it was because he was old! Hit in the head when he was young… Hehehe. I bet he bought the store out when he got enough galleons. That's probably why it's not still around. Funny. Well, picture book, what next?
*~*~*~*~*~*
Back in his office, Professor Dumbledore scratches his head. "I don't remember that. Ah… oh well…."
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Hehehehe. I like that one. Now, you must understand that I hold nothing against Dumbledore. Blame Elfie, she told me to make him get hit in the head. What next? I know you want to see Draco. Perhaps I'll do him. *cackles evilly* Draco better be watching his back…. ^__~ R/r!
