I'm afraid to speak, cause I'll just get yelled at. Anywho Happy holidays everyone and to make up for my giant leap of absent here's the next couple chapters
And thank you all who reviewed, it's very kind of you all and those persistent people who like to annoy me by reviewing over and over (it kind of reminds me of the vice principal warning me not too be late anymore – but I'm sure most of you are old, grey and balding]
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Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home
By: Irish Pixie
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'Ah'
Harry loved the Dursley's house- it was like his dream vacation home .........
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I mean with its closet sized room- filled with Dudley's broken old toys, and lumpy old army cot as a pathetic excuse for a bed
Stale bread, dirty water and some disgusting boiled exotic vegetable for meals
But who could complain when you got a six-hour work out by doing all the pointless chores in the house at least three times over. Not to mention being verbally abused and punished for being what he "was"
And last but not least (as every five star hotel needs a finale) having to fight his fat oaf of a cousin for the bathroom every morning
What more could a boy his age (much less the boy-who-lived) ask for?
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Apparently a lot
First of all his room had become so cluttered with Dudley's things, he barely had room to move much less get to and from his bed. Where there was now a very narrow, crooked pathway to the door.
Next he found out the roof of his room leaked, so there were several pots and pans full of water laying about- some having to sit on heaving piles of broken toys (can anyone guess where his drinking water comes from?)
And what he would also ask Santa for is food.
God, with all the manual labor he did around the house, and all the food (or should you say lack of) he'd become thin as a tooth pick, literary. His ribs were jutting at least an inch out of his side. But now with puberty taking it's course he was in desperate need of some certain things (example a shaver) Which the Dursley's ever so kindly agreed not to provide
Plus his clothes no longer fit!
Now the pant legs, which had once been to long now reached his shins (looked rather like a pair of Crêpes- sp?) and the t-shirts they were all too small. They'd become belly tops (though great for work outs) and he no longer had the guts or bravery to wear shoes, six sizes too small as he was now a blooming size 11
And to add to his wonderful physical appearance he had a nice little goatee forming to match his shaggy hair. Which had also straightened out a little, but that was only when it was tied back in a pony other than that it had become, surprisingly, tamable (sort of)
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Harry groaned as he lifted the last of the sandbags off the back of his uncle's truck and heaved it over the far side of the yard to join the rest
What was he doing?
Well as punishment for his crude acts last summer- well more so for the Weasley twins crude act. Aunt Petunia decided that she wanted a whole new backyard. And while he was at it might as well do the outside of the house and front yard too.
In result number 4 privit drive now stood painted red with new black shingles and a re-bricked chimney (that's never used) There was also white shudders on all of the windows for show and dozens of flowerbeds surrounding the house.
The Front yard even had an extra something as there was a fairly large marble water fountain, that Harry had installed –himself- and was quite proud. ("Screw that I did so much better than any Home Depot guy could do" ... "Harry, they work hard" ... "relax Hermione besides have to admit it Harry did pretty good and dad finds it fascinating" ... "thanks Ron")
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But now was the backyard and less than two weeks ago he had spent his time reseeding the whole ground and laying down new sod
And the week after that he had gone down to the beach with Dudley (much to the fatter boy's complains) and hauled enormous rocks half the size of himself into the back of uncle Vernon's truck. What for, why for aunt Petunia's Japanese rock garden of course (and heaven forbid you not have one of those)
On top of that more flowers were to be planted, a Gazebo installed and a patio built for the BBQ and such. And Aunt Petunia (who hadn't decided yet) was pondering on making Harry put in a swinging bench with another fountain, which would only be a small birdbath this time
'So much more to do, and so little time'
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But the biggest surprise yet is that it was only July 10th, also meaning ten days into the summer holidays and he already felt like a corpse
That might even lead one to believe that night would be his only solitude- but no
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Night was his worst fear, it was the one place where Voldemort could roam free with no one to stop him. No aurors, no Dumbledore, no nothing
He was utterly helpless and surrendering to the nightmares was his only choice. Even if it meant facing the death of Cedric Diggory a thousand times
And if you summed it all up, Harry rather liked the Dursley's more than he had expected. But it was only a fraction of a tenth more than spending the night with Voldemort locked away in his head, laughing insanely
'Yes, this was kiddies work compared to what he faced'
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(A/N ... As you can see I used that line in t he last chapter but now it's only reversed, but spending a bit at the Dursley's and then eternity in the dream world changed his mind.)
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"BOY- Get in here now, your Aunt needs help" yelled Uncle Vernon's voice threw the living room window and Harry sighed, trying his best to wipe the dirt off his grass stained knees
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'Prepare your self for the worst Harry- cause that's all you're going to get'
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Paris, France ........
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Fleur smiled as she stepped out of the Beauxbatons carriage, the journey was pleasant but it was an even more so feeling to be home
Glancing around the crowd of the forming parents she let her veela senses pick up her sister
'Ah, they're you are'
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"Fleur!" yelled the little veela as she ran to greet her sister at the gate while she crossed over with her luggage.
"Ah, Gabrielle – missed you," said the former Beauxbatons champion as she wrapped her thin arms around the other girl. During the second task, she had been absolutely horrified when she found out her sister was chosen to be the sacrifice.
She was even more terrified when she had failed to retrieve her, and if it weren't for Harry Potter and his kind heart ...
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"Fleur, 'o are 'ou?" asked a woman, similar to the other two girls being half veela herself. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a high bun while she wore a simple sun dress, elegant and yet easy going.
"Mother – "said the girl with a smile, small tears forming in her eyes as she let herself now be crushed into a hug by the older woman. She always hated going to school to be away from her family so long, tears of happiness streamed down her face while the rest of her family came onto the landing.
Her Grandmother and Papito were there as well as her three aunts on her mother's side as well as her brother (her mother's). All the Aunts were married except Aunt Claudette who was only in her twenties herself, and was by far one of Fleur's coolest relatives.
Also all her cousins were there, all 12 of them and her Uncle Antonio's new wife; Linda who was sporting a six month old baby in her arms.
Fleur's smile widened, as it was tradition that all the Delacour's go out for a feast the day any of the children got back from school. Today was Fleur's turn and she loved it. All thoughts of last year, the Triwizard tournament and Harry Potter were pushed aside as Gabrielle linked arms with her and they all headed to the awaiting cab.
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Needless to say, it felt good to be home
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End of Chapter three...
Utter Crap. But at least it's done right? Anywho the others will be up soon and they'll get better than this one I promise. This chapter was just an eye opener to the different worlds both Fleur and Harry live.
And have no fears, more Harry/Fleur will be inputted SOON, other wise what would be the point of the story right?
Also check out my bio for news on what's happening this summer (if you care, which is highly not likely) as there is too be a whole bunch of updates as well as new stories.
Till next time
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