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He nodded. Harry seemed deep in thought. Alice shrugged and they headed down stairs and into the kitchen. "Sit!" was all Vernon said. He was in a particularly bad mood considering the dog had just used his floor as a bathroom. It was a bulky bulldog and Alice eeped. She could handle dementors, but not bulldogs. The one that Nathan's aunt had sicked on her was a bulldog. It had broken her wrist! It got up and growled. She backed away. She saw Harry reach into his pocket for something, and his knuckles turn white from holding it so tightly. He pushed himself between them. 'Great! Now he's protecting me! That's my job!' she thought, but she couldn't move. She was so scared, but then some ones words rang in her ears. "Your voice is unrestrained magic." If it was magic wouldn't it work on other things? Should she try it? If she didn't would Harry get hurt for her? She had really wanted the new clothes! "Heal!" she whispered.
The dog stopped and lowered itself to the floor. Harry gave her a surprised look. He released whatever he was holding, and they walked towards the loud table. Marge was sitting in a large chair beside Vernon and Dudley. Alice sat down beside Petunia and Harry, and watched the fat woman tear into the meat. Drops of saliva dripped and were slung around, as if maybe she had taken on her dog's manners. The chicken leg she was eating was gone in a few seconds and in a few minutes she had devoured the whole chicken! Alice looked at, she supposed she should call her aunt, Petunia. A look of pure disgust was plastered on her horsey face. She caught her starring and she knew her look almost matched her own. They exchanged some understanding between them. They could learn to like each other. They could get along, but not with this pudgy woman who was eating all their food...And uncle Vernon was loving it! He was urging her on. Cheering her as he himself came close to her own pace in swallowing the food.
She looked at aunt Petunia again. "Is it possible that we can eat?" She thought for a moment. "Um...on second thought can we just have some a little later...if there's any left?" she whispered.
Aunt Petunia for one reason or another gave her a fond look. "Of, course. We'll save some, and if she eats it all we'll go out for dinner," she offered.
Harry turned with a look of pure astonishment written all over his brown face.
"Really?" she whispered.
She nodded. "Of, course, but if you like I can save you some of this?" she asked. They were all talking in whispers until a chuck of mashed potatoes flew across the table and smashed against Dudley's face. Aunt Petunia made an appalled face as he flicked it off and started to dig in just like his father. It was the most disgusting show at a table she had ever seen. Her stomach was wrenching around and she was starting to feel like tossing her guts out. She put her hand over her mouth. Both Harry and Petunia patted her on the back softly. She nodded and sat up a little straighter.
Vernon suddenly stopped eating and picked up the brandy. He filled his mug half way, and then Marge's. Alice suddenly felt very sorry for aunt Petunia. She had to sleep with this guy tonight! (A.N/ Not like that you pervs!!)
"I don't think there will be anything left to save!" muttered Harry.
Alice nodded. "Let's just go out," she suggested seeing the last of the mash potatoes end up in Ripper's dish on the floor.
Aunt Petunia nodded. "Petunia! Get us some more chicken, my dear?" Uncle Vernon said in a drunken voice.
"Of course, Dear," she said and got up. Alice got up to help her. Harry gave her a pleading look.
It said, "Please don't leave me here alone with these slobs!"
"Come on, Harry! We can use you too!" she said and headed to the counter where she was dressing the extra chicken.
"Oh! And some mash potatoes too!" came Dudley's voice.
Aunt Petunia sighed and got out a bag of dirty potatoes. She started to pill them. Alice went up and gently took the knife from her skinny hands. "Let me. I've done this before," she said and started to pill the spuds in a spiraling motion. Harry was mixing the dressing that Aunt Petunia needed to stuff the chicken with. There was still loud talking and eating at the table. She sighed as she started to mash the potatoes up. She would throw in some salt and pepper, and maybe some garlic every once in a while then stir. Then add milk and a little water. "Okay," she whispered as she wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her fore head. It was close to eleven o' clock, but the heat was not going away.
Aunt Petunia tried some along with Harry. Both of them went in for another taste. She laughed at the pleasure on their face. "These are great, Alice! What did you do to them?" asked Harry.
"Just salt and pepper...Oh, and a little garlic here and there," she said with a smile.
Aunt Petunia smiled and said, "These are wonderful! You have to teach me how to make them!"
"Sure! But right now we have to get these to the table," she said happily. She had never felt so wanted in all her life!
"Hang on!" Harry said and grabbed a bowl from a cabinet. He took a spoon and filled up the bowl. "They're not getting all of it!"
She smiled and tried to pick up the bowl, but it was large and way too heavy. Harry helped her. They walked towards the table, but unfortunately they didn't see Ripper until it was too late. Harry stumbled over his rump and tried to keep the bowl from turning over. She bumped into Dudley and he pushed her. She totally let go of the bowl this time as she fell sideways. She could see the stove coming closer to her head as she fell. Suddenly something came out of her mouth. A word she didn't recognize. "Accio broom!" she whispered firmly.
As she closed her eyes waiting for impact to take her life and in turn take Harry's. A slight buzzing came from beneath her hands. It was familiar and she realized what it was. It was her broom! She pulled herself up and saw Harry struggling to hold up the bowl. She dropped the broom and helped him sit it on the table. Every one was looking at her. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
Vernon stood up. His face was purple with rage. "How dare you...you wretched witch! There is no magic in this house! Get out of here! Go to Harry's room! NOW!" he yelled. Marge obviously thought she had gotten too drunk and was having hallucinations now, but Dudley was snickering. With one glare she silenced him. "Fine!" she said angrily as she grabbed her broom. She gave Aunt Petunia a sorry glance and headed upstairs.
She laid on Harry's bed talking to Slinky. "I don't like that man! He's very loud and mean!" Slinky said.
She nodded, and hissed back. "I know! What did I do? Only save my life! I hope he likes the mash potatoes! I might decide to poison him tomorrow!" Some one knocked on the door and opened it.
It was Harry with the small bowl of mash potatoes in his hand. He was looking at her strangely. "Were you hissing?" he asked.
"Yeah. I can talk to snakes...Is that the potatoes?" she asked as she swallowed the drool that the smell caused to form in her mouth.
He smiled, and gave her the bowl. "Yeah. Here." He waited for her to eat half before speaking again. "You asked me earlier today what a parcel (A.N/Spelling again! I'm not good in that class any way! ^_^!) mouth. Well I can also talk to snakes. People that have that gift are called parcel (yep back again!) mouths," he explained.
"Cool! Does that mean I can talk to you in snake?"
"I guess. I've never had any one to try with. We can see," he suggested and started to hiss. (A.N/ Oh yeah that was corny! He he!) "Can you understand me?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yeah! This is great! We have our own language now!" she said happily. She yawned. "Where am I going to sleep?" she asked.
"Um...You can sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on the floor," he suggested.
She shook her head. "No. It's your bed. I'll sleep on the floor," she objected.
"No way! You're the guest! I'll just sleep on the floor," he insisted.
"Nope! I'll sleep on the floor." But then something caught their attention. There were many voices yelling downstairs.
Harry eyes shown with joy. "What is it, Harry?" she asked.
"The orders here! Come on!" he said and grabbed her around the wrist.
She grabbed her broom and he pulled her down the stairs. He stopped at the base.
"God, Harry! You've got your own girl now!" came a deep husky voice.
She looked up sharply at the man...or men and woman. She blushed. "I'm not his girl! I'm his guardian!" she said in an annoyed voice.
They looked at her like she was crazy except for Professor Snape. "She's telling the truth. Dumbledor used my floo to get her here," he said coldly.
She crossed her arms. "See?"
"But why? What could you do?" a blond girl with a heart shaped face asked.
"I can kill dementors and summon stuff. Oh, and get red of the bodies!" she said proudly. "And I've only known about magic for a few hours!"
"Yeah!" Harry said backing her up. "And you'll never guess what she is! She's a parcel (A.N. / OK this is getting annoying! -_-;!) mouth!"
They all were looking at her now. "Is there's some reason why you're here?" she asked them.
"We're here for Harry, but I guess we'll take you too," said a black man. His voice was very low, but it was friendly.
"How do we know she's not a spy?" asked the man with a weird blue eye chipped nose, and messed up hair. She shuttered as he scanned her body.
"Dumbledor brought me. What else do you need to know?" she asked.
"Make us believe it girl!"
"Fine!" She took a deep breath and screamed. They held their ears and Snape grabbed at his lower arm.
She stopped and looked at Snape with a concerned expression. "Are you OK?" she asked.
He rolled up his sleeve, and she saw a black smear on his arm. It carried a heavy resemblance to a skull.
"She made the black mark burn! She will come with us!" Snape said and for the first time made eye contact with her. His eyes were dark, but deep inside she could see something sparkle. Something like joy, but so very faint and well hidden.
"Cool! Now are we going to fly? I like to fly!" she said in a childish way. (A.N./ I do that all the time just to be funny...It doesn't usually work...?_?)
They nodded. After Harry had gotten his broom and they had both become human chameleons they kicked off the ground on their way to the burrow.
(A/N.) Okay, people. I'm done for now. Sorry about how short it is and the cliffy, but I'm getting W.B. (again!) Sorry! I'll update tomorrow probably. It won't be long I hope. I really hope you like it. I will except constructive criticism, but no slashes please. I promise more action in the next chapter. Bye! ^.^ R+R people! Oh, and please help me with my chapter problem.
He nodded. Harry seemed deep in thought. Alice shrugged and they headed down stairs and into the kitchen. "Sit!" was all Vernon said. He was in a particularly bad mood considering the dog had just used his floor as a bathroom. It was a bulky bulldog and Alice eeped. She could handle dementors, but not bulldogs. The one that Nathan's aunt had sicked on her was a bulldog. It had broken her wrist! It got up and growled. She backed away. She saw Harry reach into his pocket for something, and his knuckles turn white from holding it so tightly. He pushed himself between them. 'Great! Now he's protecting me! That's my job!' she thought, but she couldn't move. She was so scared, but then some ones words rang in her ears. "Your voice is unrestrained magic." If it was magic wouldn't it work on other things? Should she try it? If she didn't would Harry get hurt for her? She had really wanted the new clothes! "Heal!" she whispered.
The dog stopped and lowered itself to the floor. Harry gave her a surprised look. He released whatever he was holding, and they walked towards the loud table. Marge was sitting in a large chair beside Vernon and Dudley. Alice sat down beside Petunia and Harry, and watched the fat woman tear into the meat. Drops of saliva dripped and were slung around, as if maybe she had taken on her dog's manners. The chicken leg she was eating was gone in a few seconds and in a few minutes she had devoured the whole chicken! Alice looked at, she supposed she should call her aunt, Petunia. A look of pure disgust was plastered on her horsey face. She caught her starring and she knew her look almost matched her own. They exchanged some understanding between them. They could learn to like each other. They could get along, but not with this pudgy woman who was eating all their food...And uncle Vernon was loving it! He was urging her on. Cheering her as he himself came close to her own pace in swallowing the food.
She looked at aunt Petunia again. "Is it possible that we can eat?" She thought for a moment. "Um...on second thought can we just have some a little later...if there's any left?" she whispered.
Aunt Petunia for one reason or another gave her a fond look. "Of, course. We'll save some, and if she eats it all we'll go out for dinner," she offered.
Harry turned with a look of pure astonishment written all over his brown face.
"Really?" she whispered.
She nodded. "Of, course, but if you like I can save you some of this?" she asked. They were all talking in whispers until a chuck of mashed potatoes flew across the table and smashed against Dudley's face. Aunt Petunia made an appalled face as he flicked it off and started to dig in just like his father. It was the most disgusting show at a table she had ever seen. Her stomach was wrenching around and she was starting to feel like tossing her guts out. She put her hand over her mouth. Both Harry and Petunia patted her on the back softly. She nodded and sat up a little straighter.
Vernon suddenly stopped eating and picked up the brandy. He filled his mug half way, and then Marge's. Alice suddenly felt very sorry for aunt Petunia. She had to sleep with this guy tonight! (A.N/ Not like that you pervs!!)
"I don't think there will be anything left to save!" muttered Harry.
Alice nodded. "Let's just go out," she suggested seeing the last of the mash potatoes end up in Ripper's dish on the floor.
Aunt Petunia nodded. "Petunia! Get us some more chicken, my dear?" Uncle Vernon said in a drunken voice.
"Of course, Dear," she said and got up. Alice got up to help her. Harry gave her a pleading look.
It said, "Please don't leave me here alone with these slobs!"
"Come on, Harry! We can use you too!" she said and headed to the counter where she was dressing the extra chicken.
"Oh! And some mash potatoes too!" came Dudley's voice.
Aunt Petunia sighed and got out a bag of dirty potatoes. She started to pill them. Alice went up and gently took the knife from her skinny hands. "Let me. I've done this before," she said and started to pill the spuds in a spiraling motion. Harry was mixing the dressing that Aunt Petunia needed to stuff the chicken with. There was still loud talking and eating at the table. She sighed as she started to mash the potatoes up. She would throw in some salt and pepper, and maybe some garlic every once in a while then stir. Then add milk and a little water. "Okay," she whispered as she wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her fore head. It was close to eleven o' clock, but the heat was not going away.
Aunt Petunia tried some along with Harry. Both of them went in for another taste. She laughed at the pleasure on their face. "These are great, Alice! What did you do to them?" asked Harry.
"Just salt and pepper...Oh, and a little garlic here and there," she said with a smile.
Aunt Petunia smiled and said, "These are wonderful! You have to teach me how to make them!"
"Sure! But right now we have to get these to the table," she said happily. She had never felt so wanted in all her life!
"Hang on!" Harry said and grabbed a bowl from a cabinet. He took a spoon and filled up the bowl. "They're not getting all of it!"
She smiled and tried to pick up the bowl, but it was large and way too heavy. Harry helped her. They walked towards the table, but unfortunately they didn't see Ripper until it was too late. Harry stumbled over his rump and tried to keep the bowl from turning over. She bumped into Dudley and he pushed her. She totally let go of the bowl this time as she fell sideways. She could see the stove coming closer to her head as she fell. Suddenly something came out of her mouth. A word she didn't recognize. "Accio broom!" she whispered firmly.
As she closed her eyes waiting for impact to take her life and in turn take Harry's. A slight buzzing came from beneath her hands. It was familiar and she realized what it was. It was her broom! She pulled herself up and saw Harry struggling to hold up the bowl. She dropped the broom and helped him sit it on the table. Every one was looking at her. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
Vernon stood up. His face was purple with rage. "How dare you...you wretched witch! There is no magic in this house! Get out of here! Go to Harry's room! NOW!" he yelled. Marge obviously thought she had gotten too drunk and was having hallucinations now, but Dudley was snickering. With one glare she silenced him. "Fine!" she said angrily as she grabbed her broom. She gave Aunt Petunia a sorry glance and headed upstairs.
She laid on Harry's bed talking to Slinky. "I don't like that man! He's very loud and mean!" Slinky said.
She nodded, and hissed back. "I know! What did I do? Only save my life! I hope he likes the mash potatoes! I might decide to poison him tomorrow!" Some one knocked on the door and opened it.
It was Harry with the small bowl of mash potatoes in his hand. He was looking at her strangely. "Were you hissing?" he asked.
"Yeah. I can talk to snakes...Is that the potatoes?" she asked as she swallowed the drool that the smell caused to form in her mouth.
He smiled, and gave her the bowl. "Yeah. Here." He waited for her to eat half before speaking again. "You asked me earlier today what a parcel (A.N/Spelling again! I'm not good in that class any way! ^_^!) mouth. Well I can also talk to snakes. People that have that gift are called parcel (yep back again!) mouths," he explained.
"Cool! Does that mean I can talk to you in snake?"
"I guess. I've never had any one to try with. We can see," he suggested and started to hiss. (A.N/ Oh yeah that was corny! He he!) "Can you understand me?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yeah! This is great! We have our own language now!" she said happily. She yawned. "Where am I going to sleep?" she asked.
"Um...You can sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on the floor," he suggested.
She shook her head. "No. It's your bed. I'll sleep on the floor," she objected.
"No way! You're the guest! I'll just sleep on the floor," he insisted.
"Nope! I'll sleep on the floor." But then something caught their attention. There were many voices yelling downstairs.
Harry eyes shown with joy. "What is it, Harry?" she asked.
"The orders here! Come on!" he said and grabbed her around the wrist.
She grabbed her broom and he pulled her down the stairs. He stopped at the base.
"God, Harry! You've got your own girl now!" came a deep husky voice.
She looked up sharply at the man...or men and woman. She blushed. "I'm not his girl! I'm his guardian!" she said in an annoyed voice.
They looked at her like she was crazy except for Professor Snape. "She's telling the truth. Dumbledor used my floo to get her here," he said coldly.
She crossed her arms. "See?"
"But why? What could you do?" a blond girl with a heart shaped face asked.
"I can kill dementors and summon stuff. Oh, and get red of the bodies!" she said proudly. "And I've only known about magic for a few hours!"
"Yeah!" Harry said backing her up. "And you'll never guess what she is! She's a parcel (A.N. / OK this is getting annoying! -_-;!) mouth!"
They all were looking at her now. "Is there's some reason why you're here?" she asked them.
"We're here for Harry, but I guess we'll take you too," said a black man. His voice was very low, but it was friendly.
"How do we know she's not a spy?" asked the man with a weird blue eye chipped nose, and messed up hair. She shuttered as he scanned her body.
"Dumbledor brought me. What else do you need to know?" she asked.
"Make us believe it girl!"
"Fine!" She took a deep breath and screamed. They held their ears and Snape grabbed at his lower arm.
She stopped and looked at Snape with a concerned expression. "Are you OK?" she asked.
He rolled up his sleeve, and she saw a black smear on his arm. It carried a heavy resemblance to a skull.
"She made the black mark burn! She will come with us!" Snape said and for the first time made eye contact with her. His eyes were dark, but deep inside she could see something sparkle. Something like joy, but so very faint and well hidden.
"Cool! Now are we going to fly? I like to fly!" she said in a childish way. (A.N./ I do that all the time just to be funny...It doesn't usually work...?_?)
They nodded. After Harry had gotten his broom and they had both become human chameleons they kicked off the ground on their way to the burrow.
(A/N.) Okay, people. I'm done for now. Sorry about how short it is and the cliffy, but I'm getting W.B. (again!) Sorry! I'll update tomorrow probably. It won't be long I hope. I really hope you like it. I will except constructive criticism, but no slashes please. I promise more action in the next chapter. Bye! ^.^ R+R people! Oh, and please help me with my chapter problem.
