Harry Potter and the Pit of Snakes
By: Three Spoil'd Anjelz
A/N:
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As they got dinner on the table, people started to arrive; including Remus, George and Fred with Angelina and Alicia (as they promised), Bill and Fleur (who looked shapelier than last time Harry had seen her). When everyone was seated, an attractive woman, with long golden blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes, walked in and sat down between Fleur and Remus.
"Who's that?" Ginny asked her mother, acknowledging the beautiful lady.
After swallowing her bite, Mrs. Weasley answered, "That is Rozylyn Ookami. She's related to Fleur and was the one who organized Sirius' funeral."
"But she doesn't attract every guy in the room though," Ron observed, between bites. "I don't get it."
"There are like second cousins, thrice removed, I think. It's none of your business anyway," she scolded. "Eat!"
There was no more discussion of her.
After dinner, while Harry and Ron were clearing up the table, Rozylyn came up to them.
"Hey, I'm Rozylyn Ookami, but call me Roze for short."
"I'm Harry Potter."
"I have no doubt that you are. For you have Lily's emerald eyes, and James' messy hair, that you just want to whack off," she said as she was cupping his face in her delicate hands, not looking once at his scar.
"You knew my parents?" Harry asked, handing a plate to Ron, who put back on the table.
"Yes, I was one of Lily's best friends and in the last Order."
"But you weren't in the picture..." Ron was trying to find some logic in this, but it was something Hermione would usually do, as Harry was in shock.
"I took the picture," she said, finally letting go of Harry's face. "Never been too photogenic."
"YOU KNEW MY PARENTS?" Harry bellowed in shock, as he finally comprehended what she said.
She smiled sadly and said, "Yes, I did, and I bet you have a lot of questions to ask me, but I am not ready to answer them yet."
He thought for a minute and asked, "Do you know who wrote this?" He took out the letter he got at Privet Four and showed it to Rozylyn.
As she read it, she couldn't help but smile. "No, I'm afraid not." And she handed it back to him.
All the sudden they heard stampede of pots and pans collide onto the kitchen floor.
"It was mine!" A male voice bellowed.
"No it was mine!" A feminine voice shrieked.
"Oh my shit! My snake ate your dolly!" the first voice said sarcastically.
"I don't have dolls! I'm fifteen!"
"Idiot!" a new voice said to the first voice.
"Why are you always on her side, Shawn!"
"I don't know, why are you always so immature, WILLIAM!"
"Oh my, Shawny-Wawny has a vocabulary! It's just like magic! No wait, maybe his new girlfriend cleared out his-"
"Ouch! You didn't have to push me!" the feminine voice cried
"My kids are here," Rozylyn muttered.
"Mom!" a female voice called.
"What?" Roze screamed back. She looked slightly annoyed. "If it has something to do with you and Jason, I'll jinx you."
"But Jason shoved me down the chimney!" the voice wailed.
"Amethyst Jade Ookami, I forbid you to talk to your brother or make any contact with him! That goes for you too, William!" the mother yelled. Three figures, two males and one a very sooty female, came forward.
The eldest stepped forward to explain, but stopped when he saw his mother's glare, as Harry and Ron stared at the three new strangers.
"If only your father were here," she lamented, bringing a hand to her forehead. "You wouldn't get into fights then." She abruptly yanked something from the younger male's hands, and said, "William, if I ever hear another negative comment from or about you, I'm going to kick your ass to Beauxbatons. Amethyst, that goes for you as well. Shawn, don't take sides."
"Okay, mother, our loveable tyrant," the dirty female replied. She earned a glare and the mother conjured up a duster.
"Go clean Mrs. Black's portrait," she ordered. The young girl stomped off to do her punishment. They could hear the portrait's shrieks of rage and they all winced.
"That will teach her a lesson," the eldest women smirked. "Well, let's get to bed, we have a long day tomorrow! More Guests!" she said in a very perky voice and ran upstairs to where she shared a room with Tonks.
"Mood swings." Lupin whispered, when he was walking in; as if that explained everything. It did.
"I heard that Remus!"
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Well... we're working on our other stories right now so I don't know when the next time I will post up.
~*~Three Spoil'd Anjelz~*~
By: Three Spoil'd Anjelz
A/N:
~*~
As they got dinner on the table, people started to arrive; including Remus, George and Fred with Angelina and Alicia (as they promised), Bill and Fleur (who looked shapelier than last time Harry had seen her). When everyone was seated, an attractive woman, with long golden blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes, walked in and sat down between Fleur and Remus.
"Who's that?" Ginny asked her mother, acknowledging the beautiful lady.
After swallowing her bite, Mrs. Weasley answered, "That is Rozylyn Ookami. She's related to Fleur and was the one who organized Sirius' funeral."
"But she doesn't attract every guy in the room though," Ron observed, between bites. "I don't get it."
"There are like second cousins, thrice removed, I think. It's none of your business anyway," she scolded. "Eat!"
There was no more discussion of her.
After dinner, while Harry and Ron were clearing up the table, Rozylyn came up to them.
"Hey, I'm Rozylyn Ookami, but call me Roze for short."
"I'm Harry Potter."
"I have no doubt that you are. For you have Lily's emerald eyes, and James' messy hair, that you just want to whack off," she said as she was cupping his face in her delicate hands, not looking once at his scar.
"You knew my parents?" Harry asked, handing a plate to Ron, who put back on the table.
"Yes, I was one of Lily's best friends and in the last Order."
"But you weren't in the picture..." Ron was trying to find some logic in this, but it was something Hermione would usually do, as Harry was in shock.
"I took the picture," she said, finally letting go of Harry's face. "Never been too photogenic."
"YOU KNEW MY PARENTS?" Harry bellowed in shock, as he finally comprehended what she said.
She smiled sadly and said, "Yes, I did, and I bet you have a lot of questions to ask me, but I am not ready to answer them yet."
He thought for a minute and asked, "Do you know who wrote this?" He took out the letter he got at Privet Four and showed it to Rozylyn.
As she read it, she couldn't help but smile. "No, I'm afraid not." And she handed it back to him.
All the sudden they heard stampede of pots and pans collide onto the kitchen floor.
"It was mine!" A male voice bellowed.
"No it was mine!" A feminine voice shrieked.
"Oh my shit! My snake ate your dolly!" the first voice said sarcastically.
"I don't have dolls! I'm fifteen!"
"Idiot!" a new voice said to the first voice.
"Why are you always on her side, Shawn!"
"I don't know, why are you always so immature, WILLIAM!"
"Oh my, Shawny-Wawny has a vocabulary! It's just like magic! No wait, maybe his new girlfriend cleared out his-"
"Ouch! You didn't have to push me!" the feminine voice cried
"My kids are here," Rozylyn muttered.
"Mom!" a female voice called.
"What?" Roze screamed back. She looked slightly annoyed. "If it has something to do with you and Jason, I'll jinx you."
"But Jason shoved me down the chimney!" the voice wailed.
"Amethyst Jade Ookami, I forbid you to talk to your brother or make any contact with him! That goes for you too, William!" the mother yelled. Three figures, two males and one a very sooty female, came forward.
The eldest stepped forward to explain, but stopped when he saw his mother's glare, as Harry and Ron stared at the three new strangers.
"If only your father were here," she lamented, bringing a hand to her forehead. "You wouldn't get into fights then." She abruptly yanked something from the younger male's hands, and said, "William, if I ever hear another negative comment from or about you, I'm going to kick your ass to Beauxbatons. Amethyst, that goes for you as well. Shawn, don't take sides."
"Okay, mother, our loveable tyrant," the dirty female replied. She earned a glare and the mother conjured up a duster.
"Go clean Mrs. Black's portrait," she ordered. The young girl stomped off to do her punishment. They could hear the portrait's shrieks of rage and they all winced.
"That will teach her a lesson," the eldest women smirked. "Well, let's get to bed, we have a long day tomorrow! More Guests!" she said in a very perky voice and ran upstairs to where she shared a room with Tonks.
"Mood swings." Lupin whispered, when he was walking in; as if that explained everything. It did.
"I heard that Remus!"
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Well... we're working on our other stories right now so I don't know when the next time I will post up.
~*~Three Spoil'd Anjelz~*~