Dani - hi everybody (hi dr nick) this is dani speaking.... Ha! I'm saying
hello... HELLO! We're sitting in our room (on her bed to be precise) Pin is
shuffling cards... (why I don't know.... We're not playing) I'm going to help
pin write this chapter and she's going to help me with mine... (we both have
thousands of bunnies in our head stealing all our good ideas (not that we
ever had any...well okay not that I had any....))
Pin - Well at the mo we are sitting on my bed at skool and listening to Out Kast (whats cooler than being cool?...Ice cold)
Right... tis me again... dani... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (manic laughter)
This is what Abi suggests:- Hermione grabs Harry starts pulling him, drags him into a nearby room and they have passionate sex... nine months later...Little John is born... (this is where we made her stop)
Shall we start?
Oh right before that... (I just wrote jquat!!!) DISCLAIMER..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------
This starts off before Ron leaves Harry to go to the burrow, so this kinda happens before the last chapter ...if you catch my drift.
Chapter 3
It was late evening when we arrived and you could just see the sun above the top of an elegant block of flats. I jumped down from the Knightbus, which had just banged into existence down an alley next to an impressive building. I stared around, inhaling the sounds, smells and sights of muggle London. It was good to be home. There was just one thing bothering me, (well there were two, but one of them was a bit too big to do anything about...Ginny), but anyway the first problem was that I had left Ron in charge of choosing my flat, seeing as I was in Italy.
"You know Ron, this flat better be nice, no cockroaches, no mice and definitely no drunks."
Ron placed a look of mock indignation on his face "How can you even think such a thing!" he exclaimed, scarily reminding me of Hermione.
"What was that?" asked Hermione as she stepped down from the bus, carrying a sleeping James in her arms.
"Nothing" I replied, as I walked over to look at James. I gently brushed his hair back, and the young infant stirred, but slept on, oblivious to all around him. Hermione smiled up at me, sympathy in her eyes, I looked away not wanting her to see the pain which we both knew was there. I turned round and started to help Ron unpack the moving boxes from the Knightbus. Leaving Hermione with James and the rest of the boxes in the alley, I staggered round the front with Ron and let out a low whistle.
"Christ, how much did you spend on the place?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.
"I got it for quite a good bargain, actually, the owner was at his wits end trying to get rid of it and nobody wanted because either it was too big or they wanted something more modern. So he gave it too me for way bellow the normal price, so do us a favour and don't complain." He said and heaved his box up the front steps.
I stood on the street and just stared, whilst Ron was trying to find the keys. It was an old style Victorian house, with long windows and a heavy front door, it had been converted into three flats and each tenant had a balcony to themselves. At the back was a long thin garden complete with a patio and barbecue.
"Are you comin' or are you gonna stand outside all bloody night"
I hefted the box and followed Ron up the front steps to the door. We entered a small hall with stairs leading up on one side and a door facing us.
"Which one is mine?" I said still staring in awe at our new home.
"'Fraid you get the top one, but you still get access to the garden and get no loud headbanging music from above you"
We staggered up the stairs and Ron managed to juggle the box and open the door at the same time. He kicked the door ajar and plonked the box down on the carpeted floor. I walked in and did the same.
"Right" Ron said, clapping his hands together, "Why don't you take a look around while I get the rest of the boxes?"
"Uhhh... okay."
"Don't be scared Harry, it's your own flat!!!!"
"no... I'm not... It's just since when did you get so organised and helpful?"
"Well, living with Hermione does things to you...."
"I can only imagine..."
And so Ron left to do just that. I walked down the hall and on the right was an archway which connected to the kitchen. This was very modern and had a window where you could send food into another room. Past the kitchen the hall opened into a large room... well fairly large, where there were a couple of steps leading down into half of the room where I thought I would put the sofa and tv (AN dani – coffee and tv? Gettit?) (AN Pin – shut up) (AN dani- right sorry) on the other side where I would put the dining table was the food window into the kitchen. Opposite where the dinning table would be was a small room which I thought would be perfect for James... though I might have to redecorate it was a delicate shade of....black... (AN PIN- even though you can't really get a delicate shade of black... well it's my story so MHDSKJSFLK!) to the right of where the dining table would be my room up a couple steps on a different level (AN- Pin – no shit Sherlock I thought It would be the same... ) (AN DAni- well you never know people now days.... There are instructions on how to eat a pack of peanuts on US airlines) Off my room was a bathroom.
Ron reappears holding the last box. "This amazing Ron, thanks"
"And the great thing is, is that Diagon Alley is just around the river..."
"The what?"
"Have you never seen Pocohontas?"
"Uh... when have you ever seen Pocohontas?"
"You know Dad..."
"Well, thanks again..."
"No problem mate We'll help you unpack your bed and the cot, I don't think you could do much else tonight."
"Yeah, I think your right, I'm about ready to fall sleep now to tell the truth." I said to Ron with a tired smile.
We jogged down the stairs and helped Hermione with James.
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Sorry about all the A/N's Dani's fault * points finger accusingly *. At the mo she is dribberling on my laptop. Nice.
Why thank you.... I was not dribbling.... I slipped.... HONESTLY!!!! Well thank you... and good night... (or good morning... either way I'm easy)
N e way (pin speaking here) HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE – (ever onwards to victory – in Cuban (Cuban Spanish)) Bye bye.
Pin - Well at the mo we are sitting on my bed at skool and listening to Out Kast (whats cooler than being cool?...Ice cold)
Right... tis me again... dani... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (manic laughter)
This is what Abi suggests:- Hermione grabs Harry starts pulling him, drags him into a nearby room and they have passionate sex... nine months later...Little John is born... (this is where we made her stop)
Shall we start?
Oh right before that... (I just wrote jquat!!!) DISCLAIMER..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------
This starts off before Ron leaves Harry to go to the burrow, so this kinda happens before the last chapter ...if you catch my drift.
Chapter 3
It was late evening when we arrived and you could just see the sun above the top of an elegant block of flats. I jumped down from the Knightbus, which had just banged into existence down an alley next to an impressive building. I stared around, inhaling the sounds, smells and sights of muggle London. It was good to be home. There was just one thing bothering me, (well there were two, but one of them was a bit too big to do anything about...Ginny), but anyway the first problem was that I had left Ron in charge of choosing my flat, seeing as I was in Italy.
"You know Ron, this flat better be nice, no cockroaches, no mice and definitely no drunks."
Ron placed a look of mock indignation on his face "How can you even think such a thing!" he exclaimed, scarily reminding me of Hermione.
"What was that?" asked Hermione as she stepped down from the bus, carrying a sleeping James in her arms.
"Nothing" I replied, as I walked over to look at James. I gently brushed his hair back, and the young infant stirred, but slept on, oblivious to all around him. Hermione smiled up at me, sympathy in her eyes, I looked away not wanting her to see the pain which we both knew was there. I turned round and started to help Ron unpack the moving boxes from the Knightbus. Leaving Hermione with James and the rest of the boxes in the alley, I staggered round the front with Ron and let out a low whistle.
"Christ, how much did you spend on the place?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.
"I got it for quite a good bargain, actually, the owner was at his wits end trying to get rid of it and nobody wanted because either it was too big or they wanted something more modern. So he gave it too me for way bellow the normal price, so do us a favour and don't complain." He said and heaved his box up the front steps.
I stood on the street and just stared, whilst Ron was trying to find the keys. It was an old style Victorian house, with long windows and a heavy front door, it had been converted into three flats and each tenant had a balcony to themselves. At the back was a long thin garden complete with a patio and barbecue.
"Are you comin' or are you gonna stand outside all bloody night"
I hefted the box and followed Ron up the front steps to the door. We entered a small hall with stairs leading up on one side and a door facing us.
"Which one is mine?" I said still staring in awe at our new home.
"'Fraid you get the top one, but you still get access to the garden and get no loud headbanging music from above you"
We staggered up the stairs and Ron managed to juggle the box and open the door at the same time. He kicked the door ajar and plonked the box down on the carpeted floor. I walked in and did the same.
"Right" Ron said, clapping his hands together, "Why don't you take a look around while I get the rest of the boxes?"
"Uhhh... okay."
"Don't be scared Harry, it's your own flat!!!!"
"no... I'm not... It's just since when did you get so organised and helpful?"
"Well, living with Hermione does things to you...."
"I can only imagine..."
And so Ron left to do just that. I walked down the hall and on the right was an archway which connected to the kitchen. This was very modern and had a window where you could send food into another room. Past the kitchen the hall opened into a large room... well fairly large, where there were a couple of steps leading down into half of the room where I thought I would put the sofa and tv (AN dani – coffee and tv? Gettit?) (AN Pin – shut up) (AN dani- right sorry) on the other side where I would put the dining table was the food window into the kitchen. Opposite where the dinning table would be was a small room which I thought would be perfect for James... though I might have to redecorate it was a delicate shade of....black... (AN PIN- even though you can't really get a delicate shade of black... well it's my story so MHDSKJSFLK!) to the right of where the dining table would be my room up a couple steps on a different level (AN- Pin – no shit Sherlock I thought It would be the same... ) (AN DAni- well you never know people now days.... There are instructions on how to eat a pack of peanuts on US airlines) Off my room was a bathroom.
Ron reappears holding the last box. "This amazing Ron, thanks"
"And the great thing is, is that Diagon Alley is just around the river..."
"The what?"
"Have you never seen Pocohontas?"
"Uh... when have you ever seen Pocohontas?"
"You know Dad..."
"Well, thanks again..."
"No problem mate We'll help you unpack your bed and the cot, I don't think you could do much else tonight."
"Yeah, I think your right, I'm about ready to fall sleep now to tell the truth." I said to Ron with a tired smile.
We jogged down the stairs and helped Hermione with James.
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Sorry about all the A/N's Dani's fault * points finger accusingly *. At the mo she is dribberling on my laptop. Nice.
Why thank you.... I was not dribbling.... I slipped.... HONESTLY!!!! Well thank you... and good night... (or good morning... either way I'm easy)
N e way (pin speaking here) HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE – (ever onwards to victory – in Cuban (Cuban Spanish)) Bye bye.