Disclaimer: I am not Rowling and do not own Potter, Weasley, Granger,
Malfoy or any other recognizable characters and to top it all off I am to
lazy to write first names.
This is a really bad chapter but it is essential, to the next chapter so please bear with me. I will again ask that if you have any dream quotes or interpretations to let me know. And also tell me what house you thing James Potter was in (provide evidence from books) As Always REVIEW!
Thank you as always my good friend HP-charmed obcessed (read her stories) Marissa and Mistress of the red kiwi (hers are excellent also)
Death, so called, is a thing which Makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed
In sleep. - Lord Byron, Don Juan XIV, iii
As Andra and I turned I could practically feel the fear running through my blood. Was I scared? No!
Terrified is more of an appropriate word.
I have never been this terrified in my entire life!
I was in a stranger's house, and she was pretending to be the tour guide.
People like this were disturbed and dangerous!
She probably wanted money, but then why would she take two kids?
Maybe she and her friend were just going to beat us up, or worse.
Heart pounding and bones shaking I turned to face my fate, but not before grabbing Andra's hand as if it were my only lifeline.
As I starred at the 'tour guide' and the guy who was following her I felt something other then fear shoot through me.
Familiarity, that guy looked so familiar!
I was sure I had seen him before! Everything from his green eyes to his black hair looked so familiar, yet I could not put my finger on it.
As I looked at Andra I saw that she felt the same way, she looked ever so curious.
"Who are you?" Andra asked the man.
The man smiled and said, "Why I am Harry Potter."
"Right" Andra, said and it was all too obvious she was holding back a laugh. She turned to face me and twirled a finger around her temple while using her other hand to point at 'Harry.' The universal symbol for insanity.
It was obvious now why the man looked so familiar he was Harry Potter, or rather some insane dude who could of dyed his hair black, got contacts, and maybe get some plastic surgery done.
"You don't believe us, do you?" Joanne asked. At this statement Andra quit trying to control herself and let out a burst of laughter.
I was beginning to smile to; this whole entire scenario was something out of a book or maybe a dream. Wait! Perhaps that was the answer; this could all be a dream!
With that comforting thought in my brain I felt safe enough to talk again and some of the fear ebbed away.
"Of course we believe you" I said in a mocking tone, "but we have to leave soon because I am late for Bigfoot's wedding!"
Andra had just quieted down but at my little comment she started laughing again.
'Harry' looked at his watch, "Ginny is going to be home soon and is not going to be happy if we did not do our job."
Just a dream, that's all this, I kept thinking.
After he said this he was rummaging through his bag. "May I?" He asked Joanne, "Seeing is believing," she said,
'Harry' pulled at a wand and pointed it at a chair "Wingardium Leviosa" (ignore SP)
The chair levitated and my eyes opened wide, Its just a dream, just a dream I thought to myself again.
He looked at Andra and me and smiled, suddenly and without warning the chair crashed down upon me.
"I am so sorry I lost concentration, your bleeding I am so sorry." Harry was apologizing, but I was not listening.
The pain I was feeling was real!
I have a good reason for all this its all just a dream! Just a dream, just a dream. Just a dream? Except,
It was not, It was real.
(Read hp-charmed obcessed stories if you like Ron and Hermione together forever. She says that hers are not 10x better then mine and I guess I agree, mine are just 10x worse)
This is a really bad chapter but it is essential, to the next chapter so please bear with me. I will again ask that if you have any dream quotes or interpretations to let me know. And also tell me what house you thing James Potter was in (provide evidence from books) As Always REVIEW!
Thank you as always my good friend HP-charmed obcessed (read her stories) Marissa and Mistress of the red kiwi (hers are excellent also)
Death, so called, is a thing which Makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed
In sleep. - Lord Byron, Don Juan XIV, iii
As Andra and I turned I could practically feel the fear running through my blood. Was I scared? No!
Terrified is more of an appropriate word.
I have never been this terrified in my entire life!
I was in a stranger's house, and she was pretending to be the tour guide.
People like this were disturbed and dangerous!
She probably wanted money, but then why would she take two kids?
Maybe she and her friend were just going to beat us up, or worse.
Heart pounding and bones shaking I turned to face my fate, but not before grabbing Andra's hand as if it were my only lifeline.
As I starred at the 'tour guide' and the guy who was following her I felt something other then fear shoot through me.
Familiarity, that guy looked so familiar!
I was sure I had seen him before! Everything from his green eyes to his black hair looked so familiar, yet I could not put my finger on it.
As I looked at Andra I saw that she felt the same way, she looked ever so curious.
"Who are you?" Andra asked the man.
The man smiled and said, "Why I am Harry Potter."
"Right" Andra, said and it was all too obvious she was holding back a laugh. She turned to face me and twirled a finger around her temple while using her other hand to point at 'Harry.' The universal symbol for insanity.
It was obvious now why the man looked so familiar he was Harry Potter, or rather some insane dude who could of dyed his hair black, got contacts, and maybe get some plastic surgery done.
"You don't believe us, do you?" Joanne asked. At this statement Andra quit trying to control herself and let out a burst of laughter.
I was beginning to smile to; this whole entire scenario was something out of a book or maybe a dream. Wait! Perhaps that was the answer; this could all be a dream!
With that comforting thought in my brain I felt safe enough to talk again and some of the fear ebbed away.
"Of course we believe you" I said in a mocking tone, "but we have to leave soon because I am late for Bigfoot's wedding!"
Andra had just quieted down but at my little comment she started laughing again.
'Harry' looked at his watch, "Ginny is going to be home soon and is not going to be happy if we did not do our job."
Just a dream, that's all this, I kept thinking.
After he said this he was rummaging through his bag. "May I?" He asked Joanne, "Seeing is believing," she said,
'Harry' pulled at a wand and pointed it at a chair "Wingardium Leviosa" (ignore SP)
The chair levitated and my eyes opened wide, Its just a dream, just a dream I thought to myself again.
He looked at Andra and me and smiled, suddenly and without warning the chair crashed down upon me.
"I am so sorry I lost concentration, your bleeding I am so sorry." Harry was apologizing, but I was not listening.
The pain I was feeling was real!
I have a good reason for all this its all just a dream! Just a dream, just a dream. Just a dream? Except,
It was not, It was real.
(Read hp-charmed obcessed stories if you like Ron and Hermione together forever. She says that hers are not 10x better then mine and I guess I agree, mine are just 10x worse)