A/N: Well, I decided to make another chapter of this story. This is the
chapter where the wizards/witches get their kids. And I realized I forgot
a disclaimer last chapter so I better say it now. Do I look rich? No. Am
I swimming in a pool of pudding...i mean gold? NO!...well yes to the pudding
part...*cough* what I mean to say is I don't own Potter or things associated
with him. Now, on to the story!!!
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McGonagol was going on again. I forget what it was about. Something about AIDS or something. I really wasn't paying all that close attention. Of course, I never really pay attention, but well, today I was paying even less attention.
I think it has something to do with my nervousness over this whole "Baby: Think it Over" thing. After all we were getting the kids towards the end of class.
Ron was nervous too, you could tell. He kept scratching himself. That was how people could tell when he was nervous.
McGonagol, apparently ignoring us just continued on about whatever she was talking about. I turned behind me to see Hermione furiously scratching down notes. Trust Hermione to right down notes in a Sex Ed class.
"Mr. Potter, what were we talking about?"
Damnation! I knew I should have just kept my head to the front of the room. That way, even though McGonagol knew I wasn't paying attention, she couldn't call me on it."
"Ummm...we were...talking about different types of...protection?"
Her glare hardened, if possible. "Wrong, Mr. Potter we were talking about masturbation."
God, I could feel my face redden. This was more embarrassing then usual today. Unsurprisingly, McGonagol didn't back off. "And what are your opinions on it Mr. Potter?"
God, this was wrong. Horribly, and completely wrong. "Ummm...I think that...ummm...you see....er...it's...well...I don't really know how to say it....er...
"Mr. Potter....please just say it."
"It's a err...that is to say....well...I can't really..."
"Mr. Potter!"
"Fine! I think it's what Malfoy should do instead of laying every girl in school...ummm...I didn't mean to say that..."
"Mr. Potter!!! Twenty points from Gryffindor! Now, Hermione, what do you think about it..."
I groaned and sunk into my seat. Ron patted my shoulder. "Don't worry mate, I totally agree with you. I heard yesterday that, that Malfoy scum laid a second year..."
After talking about things, I'd really rather not talk about, it was time for us to meet 'our' children. To say I was nervous is to say Malfoy was a misunderstood guy. Basically, it was an understatement. I gulped and we were all lead into the Great Hall, where we would be meeting 'our' children.
Ron grabbed my elbow as we walked in. And I though I was nervous... Anyways there they stood our 'little things' that we would be taking care of. They were split into two groups, separated by sex...god I no longer like that word...they were separately by...gender.
Some were smaller and some were bigger. Some looked mean while some looked shy. But they all looked confused and bewildered. Well I suppose there were a enchanted castle with witches and wizards, but....you'd think they get over it. Note the sarcasm.
So basically my class and the children were staring at each other for about a minute before Hermione asked a question. "So how are we going to decide who goes to whom?"
McGonagol smiled. "Well obviously boys will be with boys and girls will be with boys. However, I think it's only fair if we all drew names. She pulled out two hats. (A/N: No, I don't know where the hats can from, but hey, no one asked you.)
She pointed out that one hat held the boys names, while the other hat held the girls names. She them calmly stated that we were drawing names, and how that we didn't know the orphans names; she put our names in it, and was having them draw names.
Okay...so the kids were drawing names for there guardians....WAS I THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE!!!!.....or of course I could be the insane one...hmmm.
McGonagol had the little girls draw names first. They were on the third little girl when Hermione's name was drawn.
The little girl looked to be one of the older ones. She had light brown hair that was in loose pigtails, and she had freckles. She was actually rather cute.
Soon enough, all the little girls had guardians and it was time for the little boys. Oh god! I think I was going to hypervenalate.
"Are you okay Mr. Potter?"
I turned to McGonagol; she must have notices my pale, pale, pale face, and my eyes widening to the size of basketballs...WELL IT WAS ABOUT DARN TIME! "NO, I'm fine."
She nodded and the little boys drew names. On the fifth little boy, Draco Malfoy's name was drawn, and what could I saw, they actually looked like a perfect fit. The little boy he got was cute, yeah, but he was a little on the bigger side, and with his face scrunched up I perceived him to be a bully.
Ron's name got choose on the seventh child. His kid looked to be of middle height. He had short blonde hair, and his eyes were a brown. He smiled at everyone, so I assumed he was a nice little boy.
It wasn't until the eleventh little kid that my kids name was drawn. He looked like a cutie from what I saw. He had darker brown hair, and icy blue eyes. He was about of average height. I would say he was a four year old.
Once everyone was assigned there kid, or guardian in the kids case, we were supposed to greet each other I guess. Seeing as my kid made no move toward me, seeing as he probably didn't know who I was, and walked up to him and kneeled. "Hey," I said trying not to let my nervousness show. "My names Harry."
To my surprise, okay so I wasn't really surprised the boy didn't smile, he didn't glare either, looked more like he was trying to figure me out. "I know."
God, he wasn't going to make this easy. Damn! "What's your name?" I asked.
He hesitated. "My names Alexander."
I smiled at him, trying to look reassuring. "Do you mind if I call you Alex?"
He frowned. "Only my friends call me Alex."
Oh! Burn!!!
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I really didn't know what to think. All of a sudden some old guy in some funny clothing took him and the others from the orphanage, saying nothing but it was going to be alright.
When Katrina, a girl at the orphanage asked what was going on, the old fart simply said that they were going to be assigned to different people who were going to take care of them.
I was expecting adults not teenagers to take care of them, so he was rather surprised when a bunch of more people in weird clothes came out. Not to mention that the people looked to young to take care of children.
And then some old lady said they were drawing names to decide their guardian. Gosh! That was not good.
Now, don't get me wrong, but I hated that stupid orphanage, but I dint want to be here. Even if I was only four, I already realized that no one would ever love me, so I was prepared to leave when I was older, and now this. Grrr. And we were only staying here for two weeks. I felt like an experiment.
I watched the girls from the orphanages draw names, and then it was the boys turn. I wasn't paying attention that much, because I didn't really have any friends from the orphanage. Though I didn't notice, Ryan, one of the people that had attempted to be nice to me picked out the name Ron Weasley.
Soon enough it was my turn. Let get this over with. I plucked my hand in the weird looking hat and pulled out the name. The old lady pulled it away from me and said 'Harry Potter'.
I looked at the crowd of boy teenagers and wondered which one was my new 'guardian'. Probably the meanest or stupidest of all of them.
Eventually everyone had a partner and we were told to greet them. I sighed. How was I supposed to greet anyone when I didn't know who this 'Harry Potter' was?
About a minutes after being told to greet our partners a boy came up to me and kneel down so he was looking me in the face. "Hey, my names Harry."
This Harry person was actually one of the smaller teenage boys that were crowded in the room. He had black hair that looked like a mop, and green eyes. He looked like he was nice. God, those were always the ones who were the meanest.
Just like a bully from the orphanage who pretended to be my friend until he all of a sudden bullied me. And I actually thought he liked me. I decided to see what this Harry wanted.
"I know." Of course I really didn't know who he was right away but still. He looked a little disturbed. OH, he was expecting a perfect nice kid. He was in for a surprise. I mean we were only here for two weeks.
Eventually he got over my rudeness. "What's your name?"
I eyed him carefully. "My names Alexander."
He then gave me a smile, which I assume he though was reassuring, though it wasn't.
"Do you mid if I call you Alex?"
The caretaker at the orphanage said that I was Alexander, and that nicknames were stupid. So I came up with an excuse.
"Only my friends call me Alex."
I of course had no friends, but my guardian looked shocked at my rudeness once again.
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A/N: Yes! I do in fact realize that the four year old makes more sense than Harry, but hey it's my story! Anyways...review! PLEASE! Lol.
Phynali: Yes, I am being a bit cruel to Harry and Ron, but they'll get over it. Glad you seemed to enjoy it. Here's chapter two...well obviously.
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McGonagol was going on again. I forget what it was about. Something about AIDS or something. I really wasn't paying all that close attention. Of course, I never really pay attention, but well, today I was paying even less attention.
I think it has something to do with my nervousness over this whole "Baby: Think it Over" thing. After all we were getting the kids towards the end of class.
Ron was nervous too, you could tell. He kept scratching himself. That was how people could tell when he was nervous.
McGonagol, apparently ignoring us just continued on about whatever she was talking about. I turned behind me to see Hermione furiously scratching down notes. Trust Hermione to right down notes in a Sex Ed class.
"Mr. Potter, what were we talking about?"
Damnation! I knew I should have just kept my head to the front of the room. That way, even though McGonagol knew I wasn't paying attention, she couldn't call me on it."
"Ummm...we were...talking about different types of...protection?"
Her glare hardened, if possible. "Wrong, Mr. Potter we were talking about masturbation."
God, I could feel my face redden. This was more embarrassing then usual today. Unsurprisingly, McGonagol didn't back off. "And what are your opinions on it Mr. Potter?"
God, this was wrong. Horribly, and completely wrong. "Ummm...I think that...ummm...you see....er...it's...well...I don't really know how to say it....er...
"Mr. Potter....please just say it."
"It's a err...that is to say....well...I can't really..."
"Mr. Potter!"
"Fine! I think it's what Malfoy should do instead of laying every girl in school...ummm...I didn't mean to say that..."
"Mr. Potter!!! Twenty points from Gryffindor! Now, Hermione, what do you think about it..."
I groaned and sunk into my seat. Ron patted my shoulder. "Don't worry mate, I totally agree with you. I heard yesterday that, that Malfoy scum laid a second year..."
After talking about things, I'd really rather not talk about, it was time for us to meet 'our' children. To say I was nervous is to say Malfoy was a misunderstood guy. Basically, it was an understatement. I gulped and we were all lead into the Great Hall, where we would be meeting 'our' children.
Ron grabbed my elbow as we walked in. And I though I was nervous... Anyways there they stood our 'little things' that we would be taking care of. They were split into two groups, separated by sex...god I no longer like that word...they were separately by...gender.
Some were smaller and some were bigger. Some looked mean while some looked shy. But they all looked confused and bewildered. Well I suppose there were a enchanted castle with witches and wizards, but....you'd think they get over it. Note the sarcasm.
So basically my class and the children were staring at each other for about a minute before Hermione asked a question. "So how are we going to decide who goes to whom?"
McGonagol smiled. "Well obviously boys will be with boys and girls will be with boys. However, I think it's only fair if we all drew names. She pulled out two hats. (A/N: No, I don't know where the hats can from, but hey, no one asked you.)
She pointed out that one hat held the boys names, while the other hat held the girls names. She them calmly stated that we were drawing names, and how that we didn't know the orphans names; she put our names in it, and was having them draw names.
Okay...so the kids were drawing names for there guardians....WAS I THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE!!!!.....or of course I could be the insane one...hmmm.
McGonagol had the little girls draw names first. They were on the third little girl when Hermione's name was drawn.
The little girl looked to be one of the older ones. She had light brown hair that was in loose pigtails, and she had freckles. She was actually rather cute.
Soon enough, all the little girls had guardians and it was time for the little boys. Oh god! I think I was going to hypervenalate.
"Are you okay Mr. Potter?"
I turned to McGonagol; she must have notices my pale, pale, pale face, and my eyes widening to the size of basketballs...WELL IT WAS ABOUT DARN TIME! "NO, I'm fine."
She nodded and the little boys drew names. On the fifth little boy, Draco Malfoy's name was drawn, and what could I saw, they actually looked like a perfect fit. The little boy he got was cute, yeah, but he was a little on the bigger side, and with his face scrunched up I perceived him to be a bully.
Ron's name got choose on the seventh child. His kid looked to be of middle height. He had short blonde hair, and his eyes were a brown. He smiled at everyone, so I assumed he was a nice little boy.
It wasn't until the eleventh little kid that my kids name was drawn. He looked like a cutie from what I saw. He had darker brown hair, and icy blue eyes. He was about of average height. I would say he was a four year old.
Once everyone was assigned there kid, or guardian in the kids case, we were supposed to greet each other I guess. Seeing as my kid made no move toward me, seeing as he probably didn't know who I was, and walked up to him and kneeled. "Hey," I said trying not to let my nervousness show. "My names Harry."
To my surprise, okay so I wasn't really surprised the boy didn't smile, he didn't glare either, looked more like he was trying to figure me out. "I know."
God, he wasn't going to make this easy. Damn! "What's your name?" I asked.
He hesitated. "My names Alexander."
I smiled at him, trying to look reassuring. "Do you mind if I call you Alex?"
He frowned. "Only my friends call me Alex."
Oh! Burn!!!
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I really didn't know what to think. All of a sudden some old guy in some funny clothing took him and the others from the orphanage, saying nothing but it was going to be alright.
When Katrina, a girl at the orphanage asked what was going on, the old fart simply said that they were going to be assigned to different people who were going to take care of them.
I was expecting adults not teenagers to take care of them, so he was rather surprised when a bunch of more people in weird clothes came out. Not to mention that the people looked to young to take care of children.
And then some old lady said they were drawing names to decide their guardian. Gosh! That was not good.
Now, don't get me wrong, but I hated that stupid orphanage, but I dint want to be here. Even if I was only four, I already realized that no one would ever love me, so I was prepared to leave when I was older, and now this. Grrr. And we were only staying here for two weeks. I felt like an experiment.
I watched the girls from the orphanages draw names, and then it was the boys turn. I wasn't paying attention that much, because I didn't really have any friends from the orphanage. Though I didn't notice, Ryan, one of the people that had attempted to be nice to me picked out the name Ron Weasley.
Soon enough it was my turn. Let get this over with. I plucked my hand in the weird looking hat and pulled out the name. The old lady pulled it away from me and said 'Harry Potter'.
I looked at the crowd of boy teenagers and wondered which one was my new 'guardian'. Probably the meanest or stupidest of all of them.
Eventually everyone had a partner and we were told to greet them. I sighed. How was I supposed to greet anyone when I didn't know who this 'Harry Potter' was?
About a minutes after being told to greet our partners a boy came up to me and kneel down so he was looking me in the face. "Hey, my names Harry."
This Harry person was actually one of the smaller teenage boys that were crowded in the room. He had black hair that looked like a mop, and green eyes. He looked like he was nice. God, those were always the ones who were the meanest.
Just like a bully from the orphanage who pretended to be my friend until he all of a sudden bullied me. And I actually thought he liked me. I decided to see what this Harry wanted.
"I know." Of course I really didn't know who he was right away but still. He looked a little disturbed. OH, he was expecting a perfect nice kid. He was in for a surprise. I mean we were only here for two weeks.
Eventually he got over my rudeness. "What's your name?"
I eyed him carefully. "My names Alexander."
He then gave me a smile, which I assume he though was reassuring, though it wasn't.
"Do you mid if I call you Alex?"
The caretaker at the orphanage said that I was Alexander, and that nicknames were stupid. So I came up with an excuse.
"Only my friends call me Alex."
I of course had no friends, but my guardian looked shocked at my rudeness once again.
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A/N: Yes! I do in fact realize that the four year old makes more sense than Harry, but hey it's my story! Anyways...review! PLEASE! Lol.
Phynali: Yes, I am being a bit cruel to Harry and Ron, but they'll get over it. Glad you seemed to enjoy it. Here's chapter two...well obviously.
