Chapter 2
I forgot the disclaimer last time. Harry ain't mine. Nor is anything in the original series or in Red's fics.
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The door bell rang and M. went to open the door. A weird man around his forties enters. His grey eyes looked at her questioningly.
"Well, hello, M., need my help? What is it? A spider on the ceiling?"
"Actually, no, but there is a huge one in the bathroom, now that you mention it."
He glared murderously, his eyes piercing into her.
"Actually, that's not why I called you." She said, deciding it wasn't a good idea to joke at that time. "Look at this! Got any ideas?" she asked dragging him to her desk and picking up the letters.
The man looked at the screen.
"Yadda yadda . What, you haven't sent them on time?"
"Yes, I did, but I don't like threats. and that's why I called you."
He raised an eyebrow in a perfect Snape imitation and said simply:
"You're loosing it! Because, I use to threat you every time we meet, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, I meant I called you to teach them a lesson."
He raised his eyebrow higher and then looked again at the screen. What, she thought he was going to actually do this just like that?! As if he didn't have anything better to do?! Well, he didn't, but that was a totally different subject.
"Oh, well.." he said, getting an idea and raising an arm with an 'I got an idea' move and straightened his position and, in perfect super-hero imitation, he said: "This is a job for."
She raised an eyebrow. How more cliché could you get?!
"Someone else! See ya, I'm going." He said, rushing towards the door, shaking his head.
"Akvar, wait! What would you like in return?" she asked, smiling. She knew him well enough to understand the problem.
He turned on his heels, smiled and said:
"Now you're speaking my language!"
"Well???"
"Free hand. You're not to criticize my work. Not unless someone gets hurt. Jack's horse, Navasil, should be at my disposal. I think I'll need it; and an unlimited period of time to do this; no bugging from you; and you should tell me what you heard about the Lord of Light."
"Well, the last one's simple. He's Harry Potter. Yes, one of the Red Dragons. And the last are approved."
"Wait, I also want a house in Jamaica, a Mercedes, a holiday in Majorca."
"Don't push it, demon."
"M., M., I was just kidding. Bye!" He got everything he wanted. A devious grin spread all over his face.
He got out and she waited for him to Apparate and then she rushed to the window.
"Kya!!! I meant Mayhowl, the wolf, Kya, our old friend, not Akvar the demon!!!"
The dog looked surprised. It hadn't thought of that.
"Jesus! I ended up with a goddamned powerful demon! I wanted a few pranks played on the Red Dragons! Oh, boy."
She went to the computer and sat down.
"Damn! Next time I'll tell that dog the name of the old friend." M. said, thinking of how she could manage to keep everyone in good health with Akvar around.
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*Looks annoyed at M.*
"What do you want? Don't you DARE point that thing at me!"
"Frightened Akvar?"
"My OWN dagger!!! We're working together on this, you damned Gryffindor!"
"We're not in the story, Akvar."
"We are now. I'll write this whole thing."
"Be sure to mention that I'm not 'kind of' bright. With you, that means that I'm a moron or something."
"Now, M., I wouldn't say that."
"You just did."
"Oh, well. Here it goes"
*writes on computer: *
"How's that?"
"O.k."
*thinks*: 'It won't be when I'm done with it.'. M. goes to bathroom.
*writes*: Under the threat of my own dagger, I must admit that Zimagesto is bright.
Let's see what'll happen now.
Now, for my reviewers.
To: Shadow Light: I'm glad you find it interesting. And it will be more of the story then of the bio. Just wait a bit.
The Red Dragons Order: I'm glad you enjoy it. M. has an awfully overactive creativity. And she sometimes acts like a hyperactive sugar addicted moron. The chapters are on their way!
I forgot the disclaimer last time. Harry ain't mine. Nor is anything in the original series or in Red's fics.
#@!^%(&*)^&
The door bell rang and M. went to open the door. A weird man around his forties enters. His grey eyes looked at her questioningly.
"Well, hello, M., need my help? What is it? A spider on the ceiling?"
"Actually, no, but there is a huge one in the bathroom, now that you mention it."
He glared murderously, his eyes piercing into her.
"Actually, that's not why I called you." She said, deciding it wasn't a good idea to joke at that time. "Look at this! Got any ideas?" she asked dragging him to her desk and picking up the letters.
The man looked at the screen.
"Yadda yadda . What, you haven't sent them on time?"
"Yes, I did, but I don't like threats. and that's why I called you."
He raised an eyebrow in a perfect Snape imitation and said simply:
"You're loosing it! Because, I use to threat you every time we meet, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, I meant I called you to teach them a lesson."
He raised his eyebrow higher and then looked again at the screen. What, she thought he was going to actually do this just like that?! As if he didn't have anything better to do?! Well, he didn't, but that was a totally different subject.
"Oh, well.." he said, getting an idea and raising an arm with an 'I got an idea' move and straightened his position and, in perfect super-hero imitation, he said: "This is a job for."
She raised an eyebrow. How more cliché could you get?!
"Someone else! See ya, I'm going." He said, rushing towards the door, shaking his head.
"Akvar, wait! What would you like in return?" she asked, smiling. She knew him well enough to understand the problem.
He turned on his heels, smiled and said:
"Now you're speaking my language!"
"Well???"
"Free hand. You're not to criticize my work. Not unless someone gets hurt. Jack's horse, Navasil, should be at my disposal. I think I'll need it; and an unlimited period of time to do this; no bugging from you; and you should tell me what you heard about the Lord of Light."
"Well, the last one's simple. He's Harry Potter. Yes, one of the Red Dragons. And the last are approved."
"Wait, I also want a house in Jamaica, a Mercedes, a holiday in Majorca."
"Don't push it, demon."
"M., M., I was just kidding. Bye!" He got everything he wanted. A devious grin spread all over his face.
He got out and she waited for him to Apparate and then she rushed to the window.
"Kya!!! I meant Mayhowl, the wolf, Kya, our old friend, not Akvar the demon!!!"
The dog looked surprised. It hadn't thought of that.
"Jesus! I ended up with a goddamned powerful demon! I wanted a few pranks played on the Red Dragons! Oh, boy."
She went to the computer and sat down.
"Damn! Next time I'll tell that dog the name of the old friend." M. said, thinking of how she could manage to keep everyone in good health with Akvar around.
@!^&$%%&$*!@&%$#
*Looks annoyed at M.*
"What do you want? Don't you DARE point that thing at me!"
"Frightened Akvar?"
"My OWN dagger!!! We're working together on this, you damned Gryffindor!"
"We're not in the story, Akvar."
"We are now. I'll write this whole thing."
"Be sure to mention that I'm not 'kind of' bright. With you, that means that I'm a moron or something."
"Now, M., I wouldn't say that."
"You just did."
"Oh, well. Here it goes"
*writes on computer: *
"How's that?"
"O.k."
*thinks*: 'It won't be when I'm done with it.'. M. goes to bathroom.
*writes*: Under the threat of my own dagger, I must admit that Zimagesto is bright.
Let's see what'll happen now.
Now, for my reviewers.
To: Shadow Light: I'm glad you find it interesting. And it will be more of the story then of the bio. Just wait a bit.
The Red Dragons Order: I'm glad you enjoy it. M. has an awfully overactive creativity. And she sometimes acts like a hyperactive sugar addicted moron. The chapters are on their way!