Hi .. *sigh* it's been a loonnnnggg week. Someone, somewhere likes to see
me suffer. IT'S BEEN MATH THIS, MATH THAT, READING, LITERATURE, AND CRAP!!!
T.T What did I do to deserve this?
Ahem.. thanks to Remus Lupin and Elessar ^.^ u really like my story that much? *blush* thank you!
Will some one tell me how to keep the font bold, italic, and underlined? Whenever I insert a story it turns out just normal cause the title is bold and the chapter:..... thingie is italic.
ARRGGG I HATE MY SUMMER... oh well.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry or the characters. except my own.
Harry Potter and the Awaking of The Tenshi.
(Hey I changed the title)
Chapter Two: The New Neighbors
Previously on Harry Potter and the Darkness Within (aka HPATT):
"Damn, stupid, bloody, son of a-" Harry cursed as he tried to pull out a huge weed. Apparently, Harry hasn't been weeding the garden since his second year of Hogwarts, and nobody else tried to either. The garden patch was a wreck. Then Harry heard trucks coming in next door.
Someone was moving in.
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First, came the workers that stopped in front of the house. They took out things and went into the house. Then a small car came and stopped in front of the house. A man with cold, dark, black eyes came out the driver's seat. He was an Asian, a woman also Asian, came out. Her eyes were a nice blue. She looked nicer than the man. Their child, Harry presumed came out, an Asian too. She had the same cold eyes as her father and about the same age as Harry.
Then another girl came out. She didn't look really Asian. She had black hair though and glittering 'gold' eyes. She was probably the same age as Harry and the Asian girl. She had clothes that were a little big for her and held a little, ragged, silver wolf doll in her arms.
Her eyes caught Harry's and she smiled.
They all went into the house and the workers kept moving the things in the house. 'I'll greet them later.' Harry thought and went back to weeding.
After one hour the moving was done and the workers left. Harry also finished weeding. He wiped the sweat across his face and stood. The garden looked so much better. Then the door, where the people moved in opened. The same girl with golden eyes came out with huge empty cardboard boxes and her wolf doll in her arms. She tried to put the boxes in the trash but it didn't fit.
"Kuso! Sokaa!!" She mumbled in some language, (that Harry didn't think he wanted to know the meaning) as she tried to break the box into the trash with no success at all. Harry looked with amusement then decided to help.
"Here." Harry came over and took the boxes from her. He crushed the boxes and neatly fitted it into the trash.
"Domou Arigatou-gazimasu!" She said in a nice way still holding the doll.
"Err. sorry?" Harry didn't understand.
"Oh! Sorry I forgot that this isn't Japan anymore. Thank you soo much! That's what I meant." She said fluently in English.
"Oh, you're welcome." Harry said.
"You live right next door don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, my name is Harry, Harry Potter." She blanched.
"Hmm. I think I hear that name before. Damn my short term memory." she mumbled. "Anyway my name is Haraku Tenshina and this is my little wolf, Syaoran Lian. Isn't that right, Syaoran?" she giggled. Harry face faulted.
"You talk to your doll?"
"Yep. When I get lonely I always talk to him." She smiled innocently.
"That's. great." Harry said, deciding not to say anything on the matter.
"My family moved here from Tokyo, Japan. My father works for a company and they wanted us to move here."
"You don't really look like your parents."
"I know, I'm adopted. My real parents. my mom died and my dad- well I don't really know about my dad. He was sent to jail and I never saw him again." She said sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok. I wish that I can see him again but. anyway I don't want to talk about such sad things." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "What about you? Do you live with your parents?"
"No. err. they got killed and I'm living with my. relatives."
"Oh. now it's my turn to say sorry."
"It's ok."
"So.-"
"Haraku!! Come on!" Someone in the house called her.
"Oops. sorry got to go. See ya!" Haraku ran to her house leaving Harry outside her house.
'I guess I have to go too.' Harry went back into the Dursley's house.
He came in and decided to take a shower after weeding the garden for three hours. Aunt Petunia impartially agreed.
"You are going to stink up the house now go clean yourself up!" She scolded.
After Harry took a shower he dressed in a green t shirt and dark sweatpants. He went downstairs to eat supper (which was spaghetti) then went to his bedroom. He cleaned out Hedwig's cage and gave her water for she finished her 'dinner.' Then went to his desk and took out his Potions essay and quill. The topic was 'Where Did Scarabs Originate and Why Are They Important for Many Potions?' Harry started writing
'Scarabs originated from ancient Egypt. Most scarabs are called dung beetles because they gather and roll the dung into balls to lay their eggs in. In Ancient Egypt they thought this symbolized the movement of the sun. The scarab god Khepera was said to push the sun across the sky. Then scarabs came to symbolize immortality- '
Harry stopped writing. He decided that he would finish this tomorrow or at Ron's house. Speaking of Ron he took out a fresh parchment and dipped his quill in the ink.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Sorry I haven't been writing much. Just. a lot on my mind, you know. Tell George and Fred congrats on their business.
The Dursleys will let me go to your house, so don't worry about it. I can't wait to see you guys.
From,
Harry
He rolled it up. 'They'll say yes. I know they will. If they don't. still I'll send it tomorrow. Don't want Hedwig to go exhausted either.'
He saw the clock and saw it was eleven. 'I better go to sleep.'
And so he did.
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There was a dark room with bare white walls. A few pictures, torn and dusted were on it but nothing else. In the back of the room a throne like chair was implanted there and a figure sat there. The door opened and a woman came in.
"M-My lord. p-please forgive me." She kneeled down in fright in front of the figure.
"You let him break it, the prophecy. The only thing that could have told me how to destroy him, why should I?" he said in a cold chilling voice as touched his wand gingerly.
"P-please my lord. I have been your most faithful servant f-for almost all my life. Even if that wretched Ministry told me that you were dead, I believed that you were alive and never told them anything-"
"Perhaps." he interrupted and the woman sighed in relief. "But let's just teach you, never to fail me again." Her eyes widen in fear as he rose from his throne, he lifted his wand.
"Crucio."
Screams filled the room.
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Harry shot up from his bed. He had just witnessed Voldemort torturing. Bellatrix.
'She deserves it. only I wish I was the one.' Harry shook his head, his scar was stinging. He looked at the clock and saw it was six o'clock in the morning. He changed and decided to finish his Potions homework today rather then wait.
Later after much of scratching on a parchment Harry had successfully made a two parchment essay. He looked back at the clock and saw it was half pass seven. The Dursleys were probably getting up by now.
Harry put the parchments into his trunk and went out of his bedroom. He could hear Aunt Petunia already cooking and his uncle talking about his business. He went downstairs and saw Dudley already sitting at the table waiting for his food like a starving pig.
"Vernon, please call Harry." His aunt said.
"No need I'm here." Harry came into the kitchen before his uncle could yell for him. They sat and ate. Today for Dudley was apple slices and oranges. Everyone else had sausages and eggs.
"Everyone, I'm sure you have heard there were new neighbors next door. We will greet them like 'normal' people at nine." Harry's uncle emphasized the word 'normal' and he glanced at Harry.
"I've already met one of them. Her name is Haraku, they're from Japan." Harry kept eating his sausages. Silence met the kitchen.
"D-did you say anything to that girl. about-" his aunt started.
"No." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Alright then, we will meet these. Japanese people at nine." His uncle said going to his newspaper.
"Uncle Vernon, I have something to ask you." Harry started as he finished his breakfast. Uncle Vernon put down his newspaper and gripped his coffee as his face went red. The Dursleys hated Harry asking questions.
"What is it boy?" his uncle said in a restrained voice.
"Can I go to my friend, Ron's house the day after tomorrow?" Harry asked. His uncle's face grew purple and his grip tightened.
". When are they picking you up.?" he asked.
"Err.-" Harry said. 'When are they going to pick me up?'
Then an owl flew into their kitchen from the open window.
Aunt Petunia screamed, Dudley fell off his chair, and Uncle Vernon yelled. Harry realized it was Errol the Weasley's owl.
"Errol!? What are you doing here?" Harry said ignoring the shouts of his family. Errol, the poor owl, went a little off course and slammed into the wall. Of course that didn't help things much. Aunt Petunia went unconscious into her eggs. Uncle Vernon shouted even more and Dudley tried to get his fat body off the floor.
Harry took the owl into his arms and took out the parchment from his leg.
Dear Harry,
We were hoping that you will be able to come over Saturday. Though I'm sure that Ron and Hermione told you about it, I'm sorry that I gave this in such short notice. I hope that you will give an answer quickly. If they said yes we will pick you up at twelve tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Weasley
'Well I guess I don't have to use Hedwig now' Harry said. Then he finally tuned in, in what his uncle was yelling about.
"- ARE NOT HAVING OWLS COMING INTO MY HOUSE, RUINING OUR TIME! WHO IS THIS BLOODY OWL FROM?!" Uncle Vernon got so angry as his face got purple.
"It's from Mrs. Weasley, she said she'll pick me up by twelve noon tomorrow."
"FINE JUST GO TO YOUR ROOM!" his uncle yelled as he helped his wife who was still unconscious and Dudley still trying to get up. Harry held Errol in his arms and took him to his room.
He closed the door and laid the dazed owl on his bed. He took some water from Hedwig's cage and fed it to Errol.
"Wait a sec. I got my letter here." Harry got out his letter and got a string. He tied it to Errol's leg and the owl hooted in thanks.
"You're welcome." And the owl flew off into the morning. Harry laid down on his bed. He was going to leave the Dursleys tomorrow.
"AIIEEEE!!!"
Harry sat up.
'What was that?!'
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Welll cliffy ^.^
Anyway . . you know the drill review, chapter.
No review, no chapter.. simple as that. I know Harry might be a little OOC but don't worry. My story my way! ^__^
Please forgive my grammar and spelling!
Sayonara!!!
T.T What did I do to deserve this?
Ahem.. thanks to Remus Lupin and Elessar ^.^ u really like my story that much? *blush* thank you!
Will some one tell me how to keep the font bold, italic, and underlined? Whenever I insert a story it turns out just normal cause the title is bold and the chapter:..... thingie is italic.
ARRGGG I HATE MY SUMMER... oh well.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry or the characters. except my own.
Harry Potter and the Awaking of The Tenshi.
(Hey I changed the title)
Chapter Two: The New Neighbors
Previously on Harry Potter and the Darkness Within (aka HPATT):
"Damn, stupid, bloody, son of a-" Harry cursed as he tried to pull out a huge weed. Apparently, Harry hasn't been weeding the garden since his second year of Hogwarts, and nobody else tried to either. The garden patch was a wreck. Then Harry heard trucks coming in next door.
Someone was moving in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First, came the workers that stopped in front of the house. They took out things and went into the house. Then a small car came and stopped in front of the house. A man with cold, dark, black eyes came out the driver's seat. He was an Asian, a woman also Asian, came out. Her eyes were a nice blue. She looked nicer than the man. Their child, Harry presumed came out, an Asian too. She had the same cold eyes as her father and about the same age as Harry.
Then another girl came out. She didn't look really Asian. She had black hair though and glittering 'gold' eyes. She was probably the same age as Harry and the Asian girl. She had clothes that were a little big for her and held a little, ragged, silver wolf doll in her arms.
Her eyes caught Harry's and she smiled.
They all went into the house and the workers kept moving the things in the house. 'I'll greet them later.' Harry thought and went back to weeding.
After one hour the moving was done and the workers left. Harry also finished weeding. He wiped the sweat across his face and stood. The garden looked so much better. Then the door, where the people moved in opened. The same girl with golden eyes came out with huge empty cardboard boxes and her wolf doll in her arms. She tried to put the boxes in the trash but it didn't fit.
"Kuso! Sokaa!!" She mumbled in some language, (that Harry didn't think he wanted to know the meaning) as she tried to break the box into the trash with no success at all. Harry looked with amusement then decided to help.
"Here." Harry came over and took the boxes from her. He crushed the boxes and neatly fitted it into the trash.
"Domou Arigatou-gazimasu!" She said in a nice way still holding the doll.
"Err. sorry?" Harry didn't understand.
"Oh! Sorry I forgot that this isn't Japan anymore. Thank you soo much! That's what I meant." She said fluently in English.
"Oh, you're welcome." Harry said.
"You live right next door don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, my name is Harry, Harry Potter." She blanched.
"Hmm. I think I hear that name before. Damn my short term memory." she mumbled. "Anyway my name is Haraku Tenshina and this is my little wolf, Syaoran Lian. Isn't that right, Syaoran?" she giggled. Harry face faulted.
"You talk to your doll?"
"Yep. When I get lonely I always talk to him." She smiled innocently.
"That's. great." Harry said, deciding not to say anything on the matter.
"My family moved here from Tokyo, Japan. My father works for a company and they wanted us to move here."
"You don't really look like your parents."
"I know, I'm adopted. My real parents. my mom died and my dad- well I don't really know about my dad. He was sent to jail and I never saw him again." She said sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok. I wish that I can see him again but. anyway I don't want to talk about such sad things." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "What about you? Do you live with your parents?"
"No. err. they got killed and I'm living with my. relatives."
"Oh. now it's my turn to say sorry."
"It's ok."
"So.-"
"Haraku!! Come on!" Someone in the house called her.
"Oops. sorry got to go. See ya!" Haraku ran to her house leaving Harry outside her house.
'I guess I have to go too.' Harry went back into the Dursley's house.
He came in and decided to take a shower after weeding the garden for three hours. Aunt Petunia impartially agreed.
"You are going to stink up the house now go clean yourself up!" She scolded.
After Harry took a shower he dressed in a green t shirt and dark sweatpants. He went downstairs to eat supper (which was spaghetti) then went to his bedroom. He cleaned out Hedwig's cage and gave her water for she finished her 'dinner.' Then went to his desk and took out his Potions essay and quill. The topic was 'Where Did Scarabs Originate and Why Are They Important for Many Potions?' Harry started writing
'Scarabs originated from ancient Egypt. Most scarabs are called dung beetles because they gather and roll the dung into balls to lay their eggs in. In Ancient Egypt they thought this symbolized the movement of the sun. The scarab god Khepera was said to push the sun across the sky. Then scarabs came to symbolize immortality- '
Harry stopped writing. He decided that he would finish this tomorrow or at Ron's house. Speaking of Ron he took out a fresh parchment and dipped his quill in the ink.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Sorry I haven't been writing much. Just. a lot on my mind, you know. Tell George and Fred congrats on their business.
The Dursleys will let me go to your house, so don't worry about it. I can't wait to see you guys.
From,
Harry
He rolled it up. 'They'll say yes. I know they will. If they don't. still I'll send it tomorrow. Don't want Hedwig to go exhausted either.'
He saw the clock and saw it was eleven. 'I better go to sleep.'
And so he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a dark room with bare white walls. A few pictures, torn and dusted were on it but nothing else. In the back of the room a throne like chair was implanted there and a figure sat there. The door opened and a woman came in.
"M-My lord. p-please forgive me." She kneeled down in fright in front of the figure.
"You let him break it, the prophecy. The only thing that could have told me how to destroy him, why should I?" he said in a cold chilling voice as touched his wand gingerly.
"P-please my lord. I have been your most faithful servant f-for almost all my life. Even if that wretched Ministry told me that you were dead, I believed that you were alive and never told them anything-"
"Perhaps." he interrupted and the woman sighed in relief. "But let's just teach you, never to fail me again." Her eyes widen in fear as he rose from his throne, he lifted his wand.
"Crucio."
Screams filled the room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry shot up from his bed. He had just witnessed Voldemort torturing. Bellatrix.
'She deserves it. only I wish I was the one.' Harry shook his head, his scar was stinging. He looked at the clock and saw it was six o'clock in the morning. He changed and decided to finish his Potions homework today rather then wait.
Later after much of scratching on a parchment Harry had successfully made a two parchment essay. He looked back at the clock and saw it was half pass seven. The Dursleys were probably getting up by now.
Harry put the parchments into his trunk and went out of his bedroom. He could hear Aunt Petunia already cooking and his uncle talking about his business. He went downstairs and saw Dudley already sitting at the table waiting for his food like a starving pig.
"Vernon, please call Harry." His aunt said.
"No need I'm here." Harry came into the kitchen before his uncle could yell for him. They sat and ate. Today for Dudley was apple slices and oranges. Everyone else had sausages and eggs.
"Everyone, I'm sure you have heard there were new neighbors next door. We will greet them like 'normal' people at nine." Harry's uncle emphasized the word 'normal' and he glanced at Harry.
"I've already met one of them. Her name is Haraku, they're from Japan." Harry kept eating his sausages. Silence met the kitchen.
"D-did you say anything to that girl. about-" his aunt started.
"No." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Alright then, we will meet these. Japanese people at nine." His uncle said going to his newspaper.
"Uncle Vernon, I have something to ask you." Harry started as he finished his breakfast. Uncle Vernon put down his newspaper and gripped his coffee as his face went red. The Dursleys hated Harry asking questions.
"What is it boy?" his uncle said in a restrained voice.
"Can I go to my friend, Ron's house the day after tomorrow?" Harry asked. His uncle's face grew purple and his grip tightened.
". When are they picking you up.?" he asked.
"Err.-" Harry said. 'When are they going to pick me up?'
Then an owl flew into their kitchen from the open window.
Aunt Petunia screamed, Dudley fell off his chair, and Uncle Vernon yelled. Harry realized it was Errol the Weasley's owl.
"Errol!? What are you doing here?" Harry said ignoring the shouts of his family. Errol, the poor owl, went a little off course and slammed into the wall. Of course that didn't help things much. Aunt Petunia went unconscious into her eggs. Uncle Vernon shouted even more and Dudley tried to get his fat body off the floor.
Harry took the owl into his arms and took out the parchment from his leg.
Dear Harry,
We were hoping that you will be able to come over Saturday. Though I'm sure that Ron and Hermione told you about it, I'm sorry that I gave this in such short notice. I hope that you will give an answer quickly. If they said yes we will pick you up at twelve tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Weasley
'Well I guess I don't have to use Hedwig now' Harry said. Then he finally tuned in, in what his uncle was yelling about.
"- ARE NOT HAVING OWLS COMING INTO MY HOUSE, RUINING OUR TIME! WHO IS THIS BLOODY OWL FROM?!" Uncle Vernon got so angry as his face got purple.
"It's from Mrs. Weasley, she said she'll pick me up by twelve noon tomorrow."
"FINE JUST GO TO YOUR ROOM!" his uncle yelled as he helped his wife who was still unconscious and Dudley still trying to get up. Harry held Errol in his arms and took him to his room.
He closed the door and laid the dazed owl on his bed. He took some water from Hedwig's cage and fed it to Errol.
"Wait a sec. I got my letter here." Harry got out his letter and got a string. He tied it to Errol's leg and the owl hooted in thanks.
"You're welcome." And the owl flew off into the morning. Harry laid down on his bed. He was going to leave the Dursleys tomorrow.
"AIIEEEE!!!"
Harry sat up.
'What was that?!'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Welll cliffy ^.^
Anyway . . you know the drill review, chapter.
No review, no chapter.. simple as that. I know Harry might be a little OOC but don't worry. My story my way! ^__^
Please forgive my grammar and spelling!
Sayonara!!!