Important Update!
All right, sorry to get your hopes up but this isn't really a full chapter. This is a notice to all my faithful readers. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do not report this story. I'll give you part of the Dursley scene to pacify you,
but this is mostly an author note.
Due to a stroke of random inspiration in Geometry today, Dumbledore's Daughter is undergoing a series of major revisions that involve me sitting on my bedroom floor surrounded by my gigantic story chart and every single chapter printed out and double spaced for marking and editing out waffle. I
know exactly where I want to go with this now, and in order for me to finish you need to be patient and allow me to do some planning. This may take awhile. I might post a new version, or just replace chapters. Either way, don't give up! This will continue! I will finish! Leave your E-mail in
a review if you want to be kept up to date on the status of revisions.
Another thing. I'm looking for another person to beta. I need some more
betas for the revised chapters even though my current one is doing an amazing job. If you're interested leave a review, im me (grayscale dream),
or email me.
I officially dub this endeavor:
Project Waffle Revision
Wish me luck. E-mails of encouragement are welcome.
-Dulcis.
And now a short Dursley tidbit to keep you happy.
Original author note: I have to go let my Kneazle in! Yes it's true, I have become firmly convinced that my cat is part Kneazle. Just like Crookshanks. I know what you're thinking, "Next thing you know we'll be seeing her at King's Cross bouncing off the barrier between platforms nine and ten, pounding on the wall yelling DOBBY LET ME THROUGH, I'M GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN." Not likely, seeing as how I can't get anyone to take me to London. Read on faithful reviewers! (Raiders of the Lost Ark theme plays)
"I SIMPLY WON'T HAVE IT!" Petunia Dursley was standing in the doorway screaming. Her face was pink with the exertion of blocking the door way and telling Harry and Ella to sod off.
"MUUUUUM" Dudley Dursley was jiggling away on the stairs, wailing through layers of chin.
"OUT BOY! TAKE THAT FREAK WITH YOU!" Vernon Dursley was quite purple in the face from hollering and dragging trunks down the driveway.
Harry stood coolly in front of Ella, a smirk on his face, and his wand in hand. He muttered a spell and the trunks floated into the air and out of Uncle Vernon's reach. Harry zoomed them inside so that the muggles in the neighborhood wouldn't see. Aunt Petunia leapt out of the way so as to avoid the flying trunks and Dudley screamed and rolled down the stairs as they glided over his head. He landed in a pile at the bottom of the stairs and Petunia shrieked, running over to pull him up.
Ella stared in horror at the spectacle before her. Harry was surveying it calmly, as if he forced his way into his Aunt and Uncle's house everyday. Dudley had finally gotten off the floor and he was clutching his bottom with a look of pure terror at Ella and Harry. This whiny lard bottom didn't look very devious.
Ella's opinion quickly changed.
Petunia released Dudley from her clutches and he charged Harry. His fists were suddenly devoid of his bottom and balled in front of his chest. Ella leapt forward, and someone grabbed her from behind. She immediately kicked out, but it was too late. Before Harry could do anything in his defense he was stumbling backwards with quite an impressive bruise forming on his right eye.
"HARRY!" A sweaty hand clamped over her mouth and nose.
"Quiet you!" Shouted a gruff voice. Ella realized Vernon Dursley was restraining her. Honestly, the NERVE. She bit down hard on his hand. He yelped and moved his hand to her throat. Harry had pulled his wand, and Dudley was drawing his arm back for another punch.
A vase shattered on the telephone table for no particular reason. Aunt Petunia squeaked and clutched Dudley again he tried to push his mother off to get at Harry, but her claw like grip was no match for her whale of a son. Vernon Dursley squeezed Ella even tighter. Harry stood to his full height and the house began to shake. He was losing his temper along with control of his magic. He turned slowly, and when he saw his uncle restraining Ella, his face became contorted with fury.
"You will release her immediately." Harry spat. Ella kicked Vernon again. It achieved nothing except a tighter grip. It was getting hard to breathe now.
"I'll release her when you get out of my house!" Vernon sounded confident, he obviously thought he had the upper hand. Harry slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Vernon's head. Vernon took a step backwards and Ella stumbled a bit, forced to follow him. Spots were beginning to swim across her vision.
"Let....her....GO." Harry pressed his wand into Vernon's throat. The plum colored Muggle let out a strangled noise.
"You-You're not allowed to do m- m-magic over the holidays." Vernon stammered and clutched onto Ella for dear life. The world was slipping away as he gripped her throat. Ella heard Harry's voice in the distance. He was yelling. There was a flash of light, and loud noise. Then for the third time in a month, she lost all consciousness. Her last thought before the darkness overcame her; this couldn't be healthy.
Waffle. Pure waffle. Thanks to the new reviewers, stubble and Twlight Moon.
...and off she goes.
All right, sorry to get your hopes up but this isn't really a full chapter. This is a notice to all my faithful readers. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do not report this story. I'll give you part of the Dursley scene to pacify you,
but this is mostly an author note.
Due to a stroke of random inspiration in Geometry today, Dumbledore's Daughter is undergoing a series of major revisions that involve me sitting on my bedroom floor surrounded by my gigantic story chart and every single chapter printed out and double spaced for marking and editing out waffle. I
know exactly where I want to go with this now, and in order for me to finish you need to be patient and allow me to do some planning. This may take awhile. I might post a new version, or just replace chapters. Either way, don't give up! This will continue! I will finish! Leave your E-mail in
a review if you want to be kept up to date on the status of revisions.
Another thing. I'm looking for another person to beta. I need some more
betas for the revised chapters even though my current one is doing an amazing job. If you're interested leave a review, im me (grayscale dream),
or email me.
I officially dub this endeavor:
Project Waffle Revision
Wish me luck. E-mails of encouragement are welcome.
-Dulcis.
And now a short Dursley tidbit to keep you happy.
Original author note: I have to go let my Kneazle in! Yes it's true, I have become firmly convinced that my cat is part Kneazle. Just like Crookshanks. I know what you're thinking, "Next thing you know we'll be seeing her at King's Cross bouncing off the barrier between platforms nine and ten, pounding on the wall yelling DOBBY LET ME THROUGH, I'M GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN." Not likely, seeing as how I can't get anyone to take me to London. Read on faithful reviewers! (Raiders of the Lost Ark theme plays)
"I SIMPLY WON'T HAVE IT!" Petunia Dursley was standing in the doorway screaming. Her face was pink with the exertion of blocking the door way and telling Harry and Ella to sod off.
"MUUUUUM" Dudley Dursley was jiggling away on the stairs, wailing through layers of chin.
"OUT BOY! TAKE THAT FREAK WITH YOU!" Vernon Dursley was quite purple in the face from hollering and dragging trunks down the driveway.
Harry stood coolly in front of Ella, a smirk on his face, and his wand in hand. He muttered a spell and the trunks floated into the air and out of Uncle Vernon's reach. Harry zoomed them inside so that the muggles in the neighborhood wouldn't see. Aunt Petunia leapt out of the way so as to avoid the flying trunks and Dudley screamed and rolled down the stairs as they glided over his head. He landed in a pile at the bottom of the stairs and Petunia shrieked, running over to pull him up.
Ella stared in horror at the spectacle before her. Harry was surveying it calmly, as if he forced his way into his Aunt and Uncle's house everyday. Dudley had finally gotten off the floor and he was clutching his bottom with a look of pure terror at Ella and Harry. This whiny lard bottom didn't look very devious.
Ella's opinion quickly changed.
Petunia released Dudley from her clutches and he charged Harry. His fists were suddenly devoid of his bottom and balled in front of his chest. Ella leapt forward, and someone grabbed her from behind. She immediately kicked out, but it was too late. Before Harry could do anything in his defense he was stumbling backwards with quite an impressive bruise forming on his right eye.
"HARRY!" A sweaty hand clamped over her mouth and nose.
"Quiet you!" Shouted a gruff voice. Ella realized Vernon Dursley was restraining her. Honestly, the NERVE. She bit down hard on his hand. He yelped and moved his hand to her throat. Harry had pulled his wand, and Dudley was drawing his arm back for another punch.
A vase shattered on the telephone table for no particular reason. Aunt Petunia squeaked and clutched Dudley again he tried to push his mother off to get at Harry, but her claw like grip was no match for her whale of a son. Vernon Dursley squeezed Ella even tighter. Harry stood to his full height and the house began to shake. He was losing his temper along with control of his magic. He turned slowly, and when he saw his uncle restraining Ella, his face became contorted with fury.
"You will release her immediately." Harry spat. Ella kicked Vernon again. It achieved nothing except a tighter grip. It was getting hard to breathe now.
"I'll release her when you get out of my house!" Vernon sounded confident, he obviously thought he had the upper hand. Harry slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Vernon's head. Vernon took a step backwards and Ella stumbled a bit, forced to follow him. Spots were beginning to swim across her vision.
"Let....her....GO." Harry pressed his wand into Vernon's throat. The plum colored Muggle let out a strangled noise.
"You-You're not allowed to do m- m-magic over the holidays." Vernon stammered and clutched onto Ella for dear life. The world was slipping away as he gripped her throat. Ella heard Harry's voice in the distance. He was yelling. There was a flash of light, and loud noise. Then for the third time in a month, she lost all consciousness. Her last thought before the darkness overcame her; this couldn't be healthy.
Waffle. Pure waffle. Thanks to the new reviewers, stubble and Twlight Moon.
...and off she goes.