Disclaimer: I still don't own anything! That makes me angry..though I*DO*
own Sean Tweed and Gideon Rancor! YAY! BTW anyone is free to use them if
you need an OC, because I decided not to copy write them.
**light-hearted69** Thanks, and I will keep going! I just hope you're happy with this chapter too ^.^
**Voldy_On_varsity_Track** No, no, no...YOU rock MY socks! Thank you, thank you! *bows*
**USA_Tiger** yes, yes, I suppose you are right...long chapters are good sometimes..
**anonymous** then don't read it! It said in the summary that it was possible future slash...if you no likie, then no readie!
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Harry looked at Mr. Rancor, and stumbled back a bit.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Harry began sorting and replaying everything back in his head that had just happened. "Okay, so you," he pointed to Mr. Rancor, "are telling me," he pointed to himself, "in front of him," he pointed to Dumbledore, "that I have to marry some BOY or I'll die? Or HE'LL die!? Okay, okay..." Harry took a few deep breaths and held his forehead in his hands.
"Mr. Potter, sir, are you okay? You look pail, and kind of ... sickly." Rancor's voice echoed in his head so loudly.
"Wouldn't you feel a little 'sickly' too, if you where going to marry some boy!?" Harry said. Or at least he thought he said. Harry was so dizzy and confused, that he felt the room begin to turn towards him, and then... bang.
"I suppose we should do something?" asked Dumbledore, to Rancor. Rancor looked down at Harry, almost disgusted. He sighed, with his hands on his hips.
"I suppose."
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"Ron, shhhhh! He's not awake yet, you could disturb him!" yelled a very unfamiliar voice. The noise knocked on Harry's eardrum for a bit longer than normal. He peeked out his eye lids, but quickly shut them, moaned, and rolled over. Harry wasn't sure if it was the light or just his eyes that caused the pain.
"I think he's awake!" yelled Ron's all too familiar voice. "Harry? You awake, mate? Harry? Are you going to eat all that food he's made for you?" Ron asked in a "please-please-PLEASE-say-no-because-they-told-me-I've- already-had-too-many!" tone.
Harry rolled onto his back at the sound of food. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days...which made him think, what day was it, anyways?
"What's the day, Ron?" Harry's voice didn't sound like his own; it was soft and sleepy.
"What? Er, it's Monday, and a good thing too! I got to skip all my classes to see you!" said Ron, in a strange tone, almost as if he was trying to act uplifted.
"What time is it?" but Harry didn't hear Ron's voice anymore.
"Four and a quarter." The voice caused Harry to shoot up in his bed.
The boy was standing in the doorway. He had sandy blonde hair, and he stood almost the height of the doorframe. His soft brown eyes where the first thing Harry looked at. The boys' stature was very small, even with his strangely large feet and hands. Harry could see them under his long shirt sleeves.
Harry finally looked around, realizing he wasn't in the hospital wing. It was a very softly lit yellow room, which was crowded with furniture. Harry was lying in a bed with a floral printed blanket.
"Who are you?" asked Harry, very confused.
"I'm Sean. You're in the guestroom of my house."
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A/N: hope everyone (except that one person who reviewed) is happy with this chapter!...you can imagine what might happen in the NEXT chapter! Oh!
**light-hearted69** Thanks, and I will keep going! I just hope you're happy with this chapter too ^.^
**Voldy_On_varsity_Track** No, no, no...YOU rock MY socks! Thank you, thank you! *bows*
**USA_Tiger** yes, yes, I suppose you are right...long chapters are good sometimes..
**anonymous** then don't read it! It said in the summary that it was possible future slash...if you no likie, then no readie!
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Harry looked at Mr. Rancor, and stumbled back a bit.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Harry began sorting and replaying everything back in his head that had just happened. "Okay, so you," he pointed to Mr. Rancor, "are telling me," he pointed to himself, "in front of him," he pointed to Dumbledore, "that I have to marry some BOY or I'll die? Or HE'LL die!? Okay, okay..." Harry took a few deep breaths and held his forehead in his hands.
"Mr. Potter, sir, are you okay? You look pail, and kind of ... sickly." Rancor's voice echoed in his head so loudly.
"Wouldn't you feel a little 'sickly' too, if you where going to marry some boy!?" Harry said. Or at least he thought he said. Harry was so dizzy and confused, that he felt the room begin to turn towards him, and then... bang.
"I suppose we should do something?" asked Dumbledore, to Rancor. Rancor looked down at Harry, almost disgusted. He sighed, with his hands on his hips.
"I suppose."
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"Ron, shhhhh! He's not awake yet, you could disturb him!" yelled a very unfamiliar voice. The noise knocked on Harry's eardrum for a bit longer than normal. He peeked out his eye lids, but quickly shut them, moaned, and rolled over. Harry wasn't sure if it was the light or just his eyes that caused the pain.
"I think he's awake!" yelled Ron's all too familiar voice. "Harry? You awake, mate? Harry? Are you going to eat all that food he's made for you?" Ron asked in a "please-please-PLEASE-say-no-because-they-told-me-I've- already-had-too-many!" tone.
Harry rolled onto his back at the sound of food. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days...which made him think, what day was it, anyways?
"What's the day, Ron?" Harry's voice didn't sound like his own; it was soft and sleepy.
"What? Er, it's Monday, and a good thing too! I got to skip all my classes to see you!" said Ron, in a strange tone, almost as if he was trying to act uplifted.
"What time is it?" but Harry didn't hear Ron's voice anymore.
"Four and a quarter." The voice caused Harry to shoot up in his bed.
The boy was standing in the doorway. He had sandy blonde hair, and he stood almost the height of the doorframe. His soft brown eyes where the first thing Harry looked at. The boys' stature was very small, even with his strangely large feet and hands. Harry could see them under his long shirt sleeves.
Harry finally looked around, realizing he wasn't in the hospital wing. It was a very softly lit yellow room, which was crowded with furniture. Harry was lying in a bed with a floral printed blanket.
"Who are you?" asked Harry, very confused.
"I'm Sean. You're in the guestroom of my house."
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A/N: hope everyone (except that one person who reviewed) is happy with this chapter!...you can imagine what might happen in the NEXT chapter! Oh!