A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, and any and all Dark Woods harps. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 14: The Killing of Ice Cream
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"Now, Vernon, do you really need to be bellering around the house like that?" asked Harry, coming down the stairs for breakfast and sitting down in the only vacant spot across from Vernon with the other two on either sides of the table. "It is quite bad taste, you know."
Vernon ground one hand into the table and growled, "You'll get your comeuppance soon, boy, mark my words."
"Wrong answer! Contorqueo!" And the kitchen filled with restrained screams of pain as Harry twisted Uncle Vernon's right arm almost to the breaking point, turning his wand slightly to pull it sharper.
"Now, I'm not sure I like all this 'boy' stuff, but then again, I wouldn't want your disgusting tongue to say my name, so it will have to do. What do you mean, I'll get my comeuppance?" asked Harry, turning first to Vernon, then to Petunia and Dudley. His eyebrows furrowed at the silence greeting him.
"I was raised among much darker people than you, and I _know_ when someone says something like that, they usually mean to kill or at least seriously injure the person it's directed at. What are you planning for me? Or do I have to twist Vernon's arm right off?"
Harry started to turn the wand in his hand to break the spelled arm, but Dudley broke first.
"He's planning to kill you off tonight with the rifle!"
Harry kept his wand firm and asked, "A gun? Isn't that your kind of metal wand that you kill people with?"
"You don't know what a gun is?"
"I read about them, but only to find out ways to kill or injure without magic. They leave a lot of evidence, but wizards wouldn't know how to use that kind of information. Looks like I'll have to take care of our weapons problem in this household."
Harry turned to Petunia and focused his eyes entirely on her.
"Now, look into my eyes, Aunt Petunia. Would you kill or injure me willingly?"
Her lip quivered and she wimpered, "Yes, if only to get rid of those wretched eyes! Her eyes!"
He turned right past Vernon and the twisted arm ("No need to ask you.") and turned to Dudley, looking into his eyes.
"Same question, Dudley. Would you kill or injure me willingly?"
Dudley shook his head.
"No, I wouldn't, even if you are a freak."
"A wizard. We have names. It's only those two who call us that, which is quite amusing in an odd way," said Harry, smiling slightly. He was cut off from more talk by a tap on the kitchen door's window.
"Could you get that, Dudley?"
"Uh, sure." And the pudgy boy ran off. A moment later there was a small squeal, and a duo of tawny owls flew over to Harry, dropped the large package and flew out again.
"Must be my clothes package," said Harry, as Dudley came back in, pale, sitting back down to his breakfast.
"What was with the owls?" he asked, looking at Harry as the black-haired boy began opening the package.
"That's how most of us send messages to eachother. You know nothing of the wizarding world, do you?"
"No."
"A pity. Well, let me take care of these two, and maybe we can discuss things, since Amelia's sleeping and I'll have no company BUT Muggles for the summer, anyway. Come on you two, Petunia, Vernon, get up."
Harry released his hold on Vernon's arm, which the large man quickly cradled to his chest, and he pointed them up the stairs, directing them to the master bedroom.
"Aduro!" and a few minutes later, nothing was left in the room.
"Now," said Harry, walking around the bare room, "we need to do something about the window and doors. They're too weak. The walls, too. Converto!"
And the entire room was suddenly glistening metal along with the doors to the hallway and the master bathroom, the window was barred up.
"Now before I leave you, you should feel lucky that this is a special metal used by wizards that doesn't allow heat to penetrate it, or else you would probably fry like two eggs in the heat of the summer. Goodbye! I'll let you out later to use the bathroom if I feel nice!"
And closing and locking the now metal door behind him, he went back downstairs to Dudley and breakfast and began to eat as though nothing happened. The two finished up their plates, and both took them into the kitchen, where the mess was quickly cleaned up with a simple cleaning charm from Harry.
"Wish I could do that," said Dudley, following Harry up to his room and sitting at the unbroken desk chair. Harry was fiddling through his unpacked trunk while Amelia slept on.
"See? Quite amusing that Muggles like that should call us freaks when we can use magic to take care of so many things. Here, look at these. I took pictures of Hogwarts one day when I was bored and my friends were studying," said Harry, tossing a handful of wizarding photos to Dudley.
Dudley looked in wonder.
"These pictures move! And you go to school at a castle?"
"Of course they move! Now, let me tell you about this place..."
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That afternoon Harry went out for a walk, Amelia slung over his shoulders, in some of his new Muggle clothes. He walked down the street of Magnolia Crescent in a dark green T-shirt and some khaki pants, unperturbed by the heat. He was carrying his harp in its sling and was now looking around at the houses. They all seemed so orderly, every single one of them. Every street the same, only different names so you could tell them apart.
He'd been wandering around the little town for a while now but hadn't met anybody; the heat was keeping most people inside.
'Just as well,' thought Harry, now sitting down under a tree in the park nearby, pulling off his harp so as not to crush it against the tree's trunk. He pulled out the little crystal figure of Tom which he had neglected in the last 24 hours because of the Muggles. 'What would Tom think of me now? Talking to Muggles willingly, like with my cousin. He'd be so ashamed.'
"I miss you, Tom." And as he started playing a melancholy piece on his harp, the heavens reflected his agony and sent rain down from sudden forming clouds all around the town of Little Whinging.
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"Wow, this is good ice cream. I forgot how good that parlour's was." And so she skipped down the street, eating her ice cream in her little black sundress, her tresses bouncing along the street. Something stopped her in her tracks, however. Looking up at the sky, clouds dark and large stretching over the horizon had appeared, and a moment later, it was raining as though it were a monsoon season.
"What the heck?" she yelled, running over to the town park in search of shelter. "My parents told me we were in a huge drought crisis. What gives? And what's that sound?"
For a sound over the torrential downpour was reaching her ears. A slow, melancholic noise which seemed to invoke some sort of agony unknown. It sounded like the piece a fallen angel would have composed had they landed here on their heavenly harp... Harp?!
She ran towards the noise, getting closer with every footfall, not caring that she was soaked through and her dress now clung to her frame (lucky she was only a second year), and soon looked down and couldn't believe what she saw.
A fallen angel indeed. Here sat the dark being, ebony hair plastered to his downturned face, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up. Long, pale fingers plucked at the harp's strings, and one could just see a little serpentine face peeking out from the T-shirt the boy was wearing.
She put her hands on her hips (something she had seen Hermione do many a time to Weasley) and said, "You know, in a storm, you shouldn't sit under a tree. Are you suicidal, Harry, or what?"
"Shut up, Blaise... ... ..." a face popped up, totally startled, "BLAISE?!"
She offered her hand to the boy, grinning from ear to ear. As her friend stopped playing to get up, the rain seemed to disappear just as quickly as it had come. Harry put his harp in its sling and Tom back in his pocket. Blaise scowled at him.
"You caused that rain with your harp, didn't you?"
"I guess I did. I was thinking about Tom, and I was depressed."
Blaise threw her arms up and pointed at the mushy remains of her ice cream on the ground some ten feet away.
"And now you've made me depressed because you killed my ice cream! You're buying me another one later!"
And Harry truly smiled as he cast a Drying charm on both of them, and Amelia came back out and draped herself over his shoulders again. They walked through the park a little bit.
"So, Blaise, what are you doing here?" asked Harry.
"I live in Little Whinging, you idiot. Speaking of which, if I want to continue living, I better get home. My parents expected me home a half hour ago!"
"Where do you live? I'll drop by sometime."
"I'll just stop by your place. Dursley's are still Number 4 Privet Drive, right? See ya!"
'How would she know?' thought Harry, watching his friend run along the path towards the exit, which he walked along. He was getting hungry, and the sun was setting, anyway.
'Back to the Muggles we go,' he thought, sighing.
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Turns out dinner wasn't served until much later. Turns out neither Dudley nor Harry knew how to cook. Turns out Dudley fired up a couple extra brain cells and ordered pizza.
"So what is pizza, Dudley?" asked Harry as Dudley got off the phone. The large boy gaped at Harry.
"You don't know what _pizza_ is? And you think wizards have it off better?"
"We do!"
"Yeah, well I bet your food at school isn't as good as Smeltings' food is!"
"Oh yeah it is! We have feasts, the food's always hot and fresh, and the plates refill themselves!"
"I bet you don't do well! I got fifteenth rank at my school!"
"You're looking at first, idiot!"
"Bet you're not going to run your dad's business and get filthy rich!"
"Bet you're not going to become the next Dark Lord and rule the world!"
"Shut up!"
"Wannabe!"
"Midget!"
"Tubby!"
And it went on like that for another twenty minutes, and they were still at it when they took delivery of the pizza and paid the man. It went on like that for the rest of the night until Dudley finally fell asleep in his room, exhausted from yelling through the walls. Harry smiled smugly and cuddled down in his sheets after making sure the other two were still securely locked in, making sure to get the last word.
"Pig in a wig!"
And he fell asleep with Amelia laughing to herself.
"~Idiots, the lot of them!~"
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A/N: Bwahahahaha! Just in case you're wondering, I see Dudley as a kind of Wormtail, and since Harry doesn't really know where Blaise lives, Dudley's the only one he can talk to besides Amelia. Oh yes, and Blaise! What's up with her? I'm sure you have all guessed! See you later when I'm not sick!
Oh, and congratulations to ReflectionsOfReality, Rhysel Ash, and Nicoletta for the chapter question. 2 to 1 reviewers want to be vampires. Hey, and if there are any vampires out there reading this, why don't you drop by for a bite? Life is boring already; however, to see the turning of civilizations over hundreds of years... I would give mortal life and the sun for that.
Review responses:
SilverKnight7- I've never had a gingerbread man before, not even gingerbread. If a gingerbread
person is injured, do the others gang up and eat him? Cannibal gingerbread tribes?
Elssha- Thank you for telling me it's Amicitcia, not Amicus. The two appear differently in the little
vocabulary documents I have. When I go to update chapters, I'll make sure to fix the
mistake. Thanks again.
hermionegreen- Don't tell anyone! Amelia's true size will eventually cause consequences for Harry.
RaistlinofMetallica- You can see it perfectly? hehehe
ReflectionsOfReality- I don't know. Avada Kedavra, while almost 100% effective, just seems too
easy of a way to die. There are so many other ways to kill people not even
mentioned in the books. I might possibly use them here. After all, how do
you stop rampant Deatheaters? Can't turn them over to the authorities for
knowledge Aurors would gain, so you gotta kill them off.
Phoenix Man- Hello new reviewer! Thanks for the nice comments!
Dumbledore- Oh no! MOF is onto us! He knows our plans! Bwaaaaa!
ER- Did this answer your question about the whole "boy" business? Yes, interesting summer..
Shorty- the marks are still in your neck? Hehehe, didn't think they'd be there that long. Then
again, you did steal our book and the penalty for that is dear. Glad you appreciated
Amelia's history lesson. Remind me to show you the drawing of Silecia I'm working on.
Chozen1- I'll keep updating, no worries.
JerseyGirl03- Harry's patronus? Thinking ahead, are we? hehehe
Queen Cari- Do you live in my area? Cause you would be a really fun person to hang around, it
seems. Battle of the harps!
Mark Evans- Yes, Amelia's past is kind of fun. You want to see Tom again? You will, and then
it will get VERY interesting. Watch out MOF!
snifflesaboutsnuffles- Like your name. I wanted to throw something myself. I'll update as quickly
as the evil known as school allows me to. This week and weekend will be
very busy for me.
Rhysel Ash- I'm glad you really like my story. Jack is awesome. I remember when I was little and
people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say, "Jack Skellington."
Nicoletta- If you're a vampire, do you go to a night high school? Yes, crystal Tom is fine. Harry
needs to get everything in order first.
Wytil- A pocket-sized dragon? Just what Harry needs for when Voldemort kicks his butt? Are you
sure you're reviewing the correct story? I'm confused!
bitchkitten- Bursting out laughing in regards to the Durlsey's in the middle of class can't have landed
you in a very good spot. I burst out laughing reading your review, so we're even!
(December 8, 2003)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, and any and all Dark Woods harps. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 14: The Killing of Ice Cream
-----------------------------------------
"Now, Vernon, do you really need to be bellering around the house like that?" asked Harry, coming down the stairs for breakfast and sitting down in the only vacant spot across from Vernon with the other two on either sides of the table. "It is quite bad taste, you know."
Vernon ground one hand into the table and growled, "You'll get your comeuppance soon, boy, mark my words."
"Wrong answer! Contorqueo!" And the kitchen filled with restrained screams of pain as Harry twisted Uncle Vernon's right arm almost to the breaking point, turning his wand slightly to pull it sharper.
"Now, I'm not sure I like all this 'boy' stuff, but then again, I wouldn't want your disgusting tongue to say my name, so it will have to do. What do you mean, I'll get my comeuppance?" asked Harry, turning first to Vernon, then to Petunia and Dudley. His eyebrows furrowed at the silence greeting him.
"I was raised among much darker people than you, and I _know_ when someone says something like that, they usually mean to kill or at least seriously injure the person it's directed at. What are you planning for me? Or do I have to twist Vernon's arm right off?"
Harry started to turn the wand in his hand to break the spelled arm, but Dudley broke first.
"He's planning to kill you off tonight with the rifle!"
Harry kept his wand firm and asked, "A gun? Isn't that your kind of metal wand that you kill people with?"
"You don't know what a gun is?"
"I read about them, but only to find out ways to kill or injure without magic. They leave a lot of evidence, but wizards wouldn't know how to use that kind of information. Looks like I'll have to take care of our weapons problem in this household."
Harry turned to Petunia and focused his eyes entirely on her.
"Now, look into my eyes, Aunt Petunia. Would you kill or injure me willingly?"
Her lip quivered and she wimpered, "Yes, if only to get rid of those wretched eyes! Her eyes!"
He turned right past Vernon and the twisted arm ("No need to ask you.") and turned to Dudley, looking into his eyes.
"Same question, Dudley. Would you kill or injure me willingly?"
Dudley shook his head.
"No, I wouldn't, even if you are a freak."
"A wizard. We have names. It's only those two who call us that, which is quite amusing in an odd way," said Harry, smiling slightly. He was cut off from more talk by a tap on the kitchen door's window.
"Could you get that, Dudley?"
"Uh, sure." And the pudgy boy ran off. A moment later there was a small squeal, and a duo of tawny owls flew over to Harry, dropped the large package and flew out again.
"Must be my clothes package," said Harry, as Dudley came back in, pale, sitting back down to his breakfast.
"What was with the owls?" he asked, looking at Harry as the black-haired boy began opening the package.
"That's how most of us send messages to eachother. You know nothing of the wizarding world, do you?"
"No."
"A pity. Well, let me take care of these two, and maybe we can discuss things, since Amelia's sleeping and I'll have no company BUT Muggles for the summer, anyway. Come on you two, Petunia, Vernon, get up."
Harry released his hold on Vernon's arm, which the large man quickly cradled to his chest, and he pointed them up the stairs, directing them to the master bedroom.
"Aduro!" and a few minutes later, nothing was left in the room.
"Now," said Harry, walking around the bare room, "we need to do something about the window and doors. They're too weak. The walls, too. Converto!"
And the entire room was suddenly glistening metal along with the doors to the hallway and the master bathroom, the window was barred up.
"Now before I leave you, you should feel lucky that this is a special metal used by wizards that doesn't allow heat to penetrate it, or else you would probably fry like two eggs in the heat of the summer. Goodbye! I'll let you out later to use the bathroom if I feel nice!"
And closing and locking the now metal door behind him, he went back downstairs to Dudley and breakfast and began to eat as though nothing happened. The two finished up their plates, and both took them into the kitchen, where the mess was quickly cleaned up with a simple cleaning charm from Harry.
"Wish I could do that," said Dudley, following Harry up to his room and sitting at the unbroken desk chair. Harry was fiddling through his unpacked trunk while Amelia slept on.
"See? Quite amusing that Muggles like that should call us freaks when we can use magic to take care of so many things. Here, look at these. I took pictures of Hogwarts one day when I was bored and my friends were studying," said Harry, tossing a handful of wizarding photos to Dudley.
Dudley looked in wonder.
"These pictures move! And you go to school at a castle?"
"Of course they move! Now, let me tell you about this place..."
----------------------------------------------------
That afternoon Harry went out for a walk, Amelia slung over his shoulders, in some of his new Muggle clothes. He walked down the street of Magnolia Crescent in a dark green T-shirt and some khaki pants, unperturbed by the heat. He was carrying his harp in its sling and was now looking around at the houses. They all seemed so orderly, every single one of them. Every street the same, only different names so you could tell them apart.
He'd been wandering around the little town for a while now but hadn't met anybody; the heat was keeping most people inside.
'Just as well,' thought Harry, now sitting down under a tree in the park nearby, pulling off his harp so as not to crush it against the tree's trunk. He pulled out the little crystal figure of Tom which he had neglected in the last 24 hours because of the Muggles. 'What would Tom think of me now? Talking to Muggles willingly, like with my cousin. He'd be so ashamed.'
"I miss you, Tom." And as he started playing a melancholy piece on his harp, the heavens reflected his agony and sent rain down from sudden forming clouds all around the town of Little Whinging.
-----------------------------------------
"Wow, this is good ice cream. I forgot how good that parlour's was." And so she skipped down the street, eating her ice cream in her little black sundress, her tresses bouncing along the street. Something stopped her in her tracks, however. Looking up at the sky, clouds dark and large stretching over the horizon had appeared, and a moment later, it was raining as though it were a monsoon season.
"What the heck?" she yelled, running over to the town park in search of shelter. "My parents told me we were in a huge drought crisis. What gives? And what's that sound?"
For a sound over the torrential downpour was reaching her ears. A slow, melancholic noise which seemed to invoke some sort of agony unknown. It sounded like the piece a fallen angel would have composed had they landed here on their heavenly harp... Harp?!
She ran towards the noise, getting closer with every footfall, not caring that she was soaked through and her dress now clung to her frame (lucky she was only a second year), and soon looked down and couldn't believe what she saw.
A fallen angel indeed. Here sat the dark being, ebony hair plastered to his downturned face, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up. Long, pale fingers plucked at the harp's strings, and one could just see a little serpentine face peeking out from the T-shirt the boy was wearing.
She put her hands on her hips (something she had seen Hermione do many a time to Weasley) and said, "You know, in a storm, you shouldn't sit under a tree. Are you suicidal, Harry, or what?"
"Shut up, Blaise... ... ..." a face popped up, totally startled, "BLAISE?!"
She offered her hand to the boy, grinning from ear to ear. As her friend stopped playing to get up, the rain seemed to disappear just as quickly as it had come. Harry put his harp in its sling and Tom back in his pocket. Blaise scowled at him.
"You caused that rain with your harp, didn't you?"
"I guess I did. I was thinking about Tom, and I was depressed."
Blaise threw her arms up and pointed at the mushy remains of her ice cream on the ground some ten feet away.
"And now you've made me depressed because you killed my ice cream! You're buying me another one later!"
And Harry truly smiled as he cast a Drying charm on both of them, and Amelia came back out and draped herself over his shoulders again. They walked through the park a little bit.
"So, Blaise, what are you doing here?" asked Harry.
"I live in Little Whinging, you idiot. Speaking of which, if I want to continue living, I better get home. My parents expected me home a half hour ago!"
"Where do you live? I'll drop by sometime."
"I'll just stop by your place. Dursley's are still Number 4 Privet Drive, right? See ya!"
'How would she know?' thought Harry, watching his friend run along the path towards the exit, which he walked along. He was getting hungry, and the sun was setting, anyway.
'Back to the Muggles we go,' he thought, sighing.
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Turns out dinner wasn't served until much later. Turns out neither Dudley nor Harry knew how to cook. Turns out Dudley fired up a couple extra brain cells and ordered pizza.
"So what is pizza, Dudley?" asked Harry as Dudley got off the phone. The large boy gaped at Harry.
"You don't know what _pizza_ is? And you think wizards have it off better?"
"We do!"
"Yeah, well I bet your food at school isn't as good as Smeltings' food is!"
"Oh yeah it is! We have feasts, the food's always hot and fresh, and the plates refill themselves!"
"I bet you don't do well! I got fifteenth rank at my school!"
"You're looking at first, idiot!"
"Bet you're not going to run your dad's business and get filthy rich!"
"Bet you're not going to become the next Dark Lord and rule the world!"
"Shut up!"
"Wannabe!"
"Midget!"
"Tubby!"
And it went on like that for another twenty minutes, and they were still at it when they took delivery of the pizza and paid the man. It went on like that for the rest of the night until Dudley finally fell asleep in his room, exhausted from yelling through the walls. Harry smiled smugly and cuddled down in his sheets after making sure the other two were still securely locked in, making sure to get the last word.
"Pig in a wig!"
And he fell asleep with Amelia laughing to herself.
"~Idiots, the lot of them!~"
-----------------------------------------
A/N: Bwahahahaha! Just in case you're wondering, I see Dudley as a kind of Wormtail, and since Harry doesn't really know where Blaise lives, Dudley's the only one he can talk to besides Amelia. Oh yes, and Blaise! What's up with her? I'm sure you have all guessed! See you later when I'm not sick!
Oh, and congratulations to ReflectionsOfReality, Rhysel Ash, and Nicoletta for the chapter question. 2 to 1 reviewers want to be vampires. Hey, and if there are any vampires out there reading this, why don't you drop by for a bite? Life is boring already; however, to see the turning of civilizations over hundreds of years... I would give mortal life and the sun for that.
Review responses:
SilverKnight7- I've never had a gingerbread man before, not even gingerbread. If a gingerbread
person is injured, do the others gang up and eat him? Cannibal gingerbread tribes?
Elssha- Thank you for telling me it's Amicitcia, not Amicus. The two appear differently in the little
vocabulary documents I have. When I go to update chapters, I'll make sure to fix the
mistake. Thanks again.
hermionegreen- Don't tell anyone! Amelia's true size will eventually cause consequences for Harry.
RaistlinofMetallica- You can see it perfectly? hehehe
ReflectionsOfReality- I don't know. Avada Kedavra, while almost 100% effective, just seems too
easy of a way to die. There are so many other ways to kill people not even
mentioned in the books. I might possibly use them here. After all, how do
you stop rampant Deatheaters? Can't turn them over to the authorities for
knowledge Aurors would gain, so you gotta kill them off.
Phoenix Man- Hello new reviewer! Thanks for the nice comments!
Dumbledore- Oh no! MOF is onto us! He knows our plans! Bwaaaaa!
ER- Did this answer your question about the whole "boy" business? Yes, interesting summer..
Shorty- the marks are still in your neck? Hehehe, didn't think they'd be there that long. Then
again, you did steal our book and the penalty for that is dear. Glad you appreciated
Amelia's history lesson. Remind me to show you the drawing of Silecia I'm working on.
Chozen1- I'll keep updating, no worries.
JerseyGirl03- Harry's patronus? Thinking ahead, are we? hehehe
Queen Cari- Do you live in my area? Cause you would be a really fun person to hang around, it
seems. Battle of the harps!
Mark Evans- Yes, Amelia's past is kind of fun. You want to see Tom again? You will, and then
it will get VERY interesting. Watch out MOF!
snifflesaboutsnuffles- Like your name. I wanted to throw something myself. I'll update as quickly
as the evil known as school allows me to. This week and weekend will be
very busy for me.
Rhysel Ash- I'm glad you really like my story. Jack is awesome. I remember when I was little and
people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say, "Jack Skellington."
Nicoletta- If you're a vampire, do you go to a night high school? Yes, crystal Tom is fine. Harry
needs to get everything in order first.
Wytil- A pocket-sized dragon? Just what Harry needs for when Voldemort kicks his butt? Are you
sure you're reviewing the correct story? I'm confused!
bitchkitten- Bursting out laughing in regards to the Durlsey's in the middle of class can't have landed
you in a very good spot. I burst out laughing reading your review, so we're even!
(December 8, 2003)