Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and the plot so if you are looking for a reason to get some money out of me, you'd better find a better reason. However, I own Terry Poffers and all the OCs.
:: Author's Notes - I will be adding the reactions and the process of Harry's transformation and all the other stuff that I have left out in this chapter as a side story. My response to the reviewers at the end of the chapter. Oh yeah, the chapter is set 2 years after he has left. ::
:: Escape Artist ::
:: Chapter 1 ::
It was a bright Monday morning as 18 year old Terry Poffers struggled to get out of bed to get ready for his first and worst class, Chemistry. Terry sat up on his knees and somehow managed to fight down an oncoming yawn. Looking at the clock, his eyes widened. It was 8 AM and Chemistry starts at 8.30 AM.
Flinging off his blanket, he ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could. Using his Seeker reflexes, Terry just managed to get everything done by 8.15.
He looked over to his room mate, Darryl McCoy and saw that he was still sleeping. Being the good room mate he was, he used his Chemistry book and slapped Darryl's head and was rewarded with a groan and his room mate's back.
Using his last attempt to get Darryl awake, Terry leaned in and shouted into his ear, "WAKE UP NOW UNLESS YOU WANT HENKSONS TO SCOLD YOU!"
That immediately got an effect.
Darryl fell onto the floor with his blankets tangled with his legs. Looking at the time, which was 8.20, he cursed loudly and got up to get ready.
Terry ran out of the room and into Chemistry class, knocking a few people on the way.
Finally making it, he sat at the very back of the classroom. The alarm of his watch rang, signalling the start of his dreaded class.
At that precise moment, Mister Gerald Henksons swept into the room, successfully silencing the room.
Terry wished that he didn't have the ability to do that; he reminded him of Snape.
Rushing in as Henksons opened his mouth to speak, Darryl came to a stop in front of his teacher and smiled sheepishly.
"Uh, good morning?" He said uncertainly.
Henksons did not greet back, however. All he did was glare at Darryl. The said student gulped.
"Why, pray tell, are you late Mister McCoy?" Henksons asked with a sneer in his voice.
Everybody's but Terry's first thought were, "God help him."
Terry's first thought was, "Snape."
"I, uh, I..." Darryl stuttered, seemingly shrinking at the glare.
Henksons gave what seemed like a growl and snapped, "one more time McCoy, and it's off to the principal's office with you. Get out of my sight."
Darryl happily obliged as he sat next to Terry. Henksons was opening his mouth to speak when an announcement was made.
"All students and teachers, please proceed to the Hall for an important announcement," Mrs Eleanor "McGonagall" Benson rang across the campus. "I repeat, all students, please proceed to the Hall for an important announcement. Thank you."
Growling in displeasure for not being able to scare anyone, Henksons dismissed the Year 2 Chemistry students.
"Phew, talk about perfect timing." Darryl said to Terry as soon as they were out of the class.
"Yeah," Terry agreed.
At the Hall, the principal, Mister Jonathan Murent stepped onto the platform and got perfect silence at once.
"Dumbledore," Terry thought unconciously.
Clearing his throat, the almost bald principal spoke, "as an exchange program with England, we will be sending 5 students to London and 5 British would be sent here, to America. We, the teachers, have already selected the 5 students and they are Pamela Pankins...,"
Terry tuned out after that. "London? The London I left behind to come to America? Oh my God. Please not me. Don't choose me." He thought in despair as the principal's voice reached his ears again.
"... Darryl McCoy and Terry Poffers. These are the 5 students going. That is all. Thank you." Applause filled the Hall as everyone made their way out of the Hall.
Darryl was by his side, jumping like a hyperactive rabbit. "Oh we're going to London. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah great..." Terry replied weakly.
"Hey, you okay?" By then Darryl had stopped jumping and was walking by his side, looking concerned.
"Yeah, just fine and dandy." Terry smiled weakly at his room mate cum best friend.
Darryl clapped his back. "Good man."
"Yeah fine, just fine." Terry whispered.
:: To Be Continued ::
:: Author's Notes - Yes, Harry is Terry and he's in America. Anyway, is this good or is it crappier than before? Please review! Please note that flames would be used to burn my school work. Below are the responses for the reviews of the Prolouge. ::
:; Reviews ::
Dark-Fox - Thanks for reviewing and here's the next chapter for you!
Madison Conwell, Secret Agent - You think that it's _good_?! Oh my God, you think it's good! Thank you so much and I'll keep writing!
:: Author's Notes - I will be adding the reactions and the process of Harry's transformation and all the other stuff that I have left out in this chapter as a side story. My response to the reviewers at the end of the chapter. Oh yeah, the chapter is set 2 years after he has left. ::
:: Escape Artist ::
:: Chapter 1 ::
It was a bright Monday morning as 18 year old Terry Poffers struggled to get out of bed to get ready for his first and worst class, Chemistry. Terry sat up on his knees and somehow managed to fight down an oncoming yawn. Looking at the clock, his eyes widened. It was 8 AM and Chemistry starts at 8.30 AM.
Flinging off his blanket, he ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could. Using his Seeker reflexes, Terry just managed to get everything done by 8.15.
He looked over to his room mate, Darryl McCoy and saw that he was still sleeping. Being the good room mate he was, he used his Chemistry book and slapped Darryl's head and was rewarded with a groan and his room mate's back.
Using his last attempt to get Darryl awake, Terry leaned in and shouted into his ear, "WAKE UP NOW UNLESS YOU WANT HENKSONS TO SCOLD YOU!"
That immediately got an effect.
Darryl fell onto the floor with his blankets tangled with his legs. Looking at the time, which was 8.20, he cursed loudly and got up to get ready.
Terry ran out of the room and into Chemistry class, knocking a few people on the way.
Finally making it, he sat at the very back of the classroom. The alarm of his watch rang, signalling the start of his dreaded class.
At that precise moment, Mister Gerald Henksons swept into the room, successfully silencing the room.
Terry wished that he didn't have the ability to do that; he reminded him of Snape.
Rushing in as Henksons opened his mouth to speak, Darryl came to a stop in front of his teacher and smiled sheepishly.
"Uh, good morning?" He said uncertainly.
Henksons did not greet back, however. All he did was glare at Darryl. The said student gulped.
"Why, pray tell, are you late Mister McCoy?" Henksons asked with a sneer in his voice.
Everybody's but Terry's first thought were, "God help him."
Terry's first thought was, "Snape."
"I, uh, I..." Darryl stuttered, seemingly shrinking at the glare.
Henksons gave what seemed like a growl and snapped, "one more time McCoy, and it's off to the principal's office with you. Get out of my sight."
Darryl happily obliged as he sat next to Terry. Henksons was opening his mouth to speak when an announcement was made.
"All students and teachers, please proceed to the Hall for an important announcement," Mrs Eleanor "McGonagall" Benson rang across the campus. "I repeat, all students, please proceed to the Hall for an important announcement. Thank you."
Growling in displeasure for not being able to scare anyone, Henksons dismissed the Year 2 Chemistry students.
"Phew, talk about perfect timing." Darryl said to Terry as soon as they were out of the class.
"Yeah," Terry agreed.
At the Hall, the principal, Mister Jonathan Murent stepped onto the platform and got perfect silence at once.
"Dumbledore," Terry thought unconciously.
Clearing his throat, the almost bald principal spoke, "as an exchange program with England, we will be sending 5 students to London and 5 British would be sent here, to America. We, the teachers, have already selected the 5 students and they are Pamela Pankins...,"
Terry tuned out after that. "London? The London I left behind to come to America? Oh my God. Please not me. Don't choose me." He thought in despair as the principal's voice reached his ears again.
"... Darryl McCoy and Terry Poffers. These are the 5 students going. That is all. Thank you." Applause filled the Hall as everyone made their way out of the Hall.
Darryl was by his side, jumping like a hyperactive rabbit. "Oh we're going to London. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah great..." Terry replied weakly.
"Hey, you okay?" By then Darryl had stopped jumping and was walking by his side, looking concerned.
"Yeah, just fine and dandy." Terry smiled weakly at his room mate cum best friend.
Darryl clapped his back. "Good man."
"Yeah fine, just fine." Terry whispered.
:: To Be Continued ::
:: Author's Notes - Yes, Harry is Terry and he's in America. Anyway, is this good or is it crappier than before? Please review! Please note that flames would be used to burn my school work. Below are the responses for the reviews of the Prolouge. ::
:; Reviews ::
Dark-Fox - Thanks for reviewing and here's the next chapter for you!
Madison Conwell, Secret Agent - You think that it's _good_?! Oh my God, you think it's good! Thank you so much and I'll keep writing!