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Anyways
The Other Arrangement:
Chapter 2: Guest
Harry yawned, straightened his glasses on his nose and turned back to the large window, staring out into the sunrise. Here, living with the Dursleys was the utmost-boring thing. And it was summer. He was supposed to be enjoying himself, he was supposed to be happy that he had no school. But he wasn't, he was actually counting down the days until school, and what was even more outrageous, he looked forward to trying to finish Snape's essay on "How Healing Potions Were Composed During Prehistoric Ages" that night. Crack. Something hard and small hit his window.
"What...." He murmured, pressing his face against the window to see who
was outside. "Dumbledore?!" Harry yelled in shock "what?!" He unlatched the window and opened it, only to find the old wizard with the long grey beard sitting cross legged on the Dursley's car examining the rock Harry guessed he was about to throw. Dumbledore lifted his arm about to throw the second rock when he noticed Harry.
"Ah...Harry, dear boy, would you be so kind as to come down here for just a moment. I need to go over something." He said smiling in his odd sort of ' I am up to no good' kind of smile.
"Um...of course Professor." Harry stuttered, thinking he had done something wrong...hmm, nothing came to mind. "Be down in a moment." Careful not to make any loud noises that would wake the sleeping family, he gave Dumbledore one last glance then latched the window and headed out into the hall. Tiptoeing down the stairs was hard. The weight Dudley carried when he would run up and down the stairs in the mornings that Harry had to spend in the closet underneath the stairs had caused serious damage to the flight. Every time he tread on a new step it would squeak loudly, hoping not to be heard; he rushed down the stairs quickly. He quietly unlocked the front door and slid out. Harry jogged quickly around the brick corner of the garage to Dumbledore. He was sitting inside the car now. 'Uh...' Harry thought to himself 'Stupid, stupid charm 'Alo Hamora'.' Harry looked up just in time to see the Professors hand on the horn. "NO! NO PROFESSER....DO NOT HIT THE WHEEL!" he yelled out, racing towards the car.
"Oh, so sorry my dear boy...forgot the noise these silly things make. Anyhow..." he said getting out of the car. He slammed the door a little too hard for Harry's comfort. "...onto the matters I came here to talk to you about."
"Ah yes Professor, I was wondering about those very matters." Harry said wringing his hands together in anticipation.
"Oh, Harry" Dumbledore said chuckling, "do not worry, you are in no trouble what so ever, or at least not that I know of." He smirked. "There are some mages you see, and they have had, well Harry, they had some troubles. They just aren't the greatest people" he said putting an arm around Harry's shoulders. "And the worst thing was, they were highly trusted Aurors that betrayed many of the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix to the Dark Lord. The good thing was that the couple was caught and going to Azkaban, probably this very moment. The thing that you need to worry about is their daughter, Diosa. She is just the same age as you, and needs somewhere to stay...at least for the summer. She has no connectable relatives we can find right now. Do not worry, I will talk to the Dursley's when they wake, but will this be alright with you? She's a very bright girl, very pretty too." He elbowed Harry in the side playfully.
"Uh, of course Professor. Why don't you come in until the Dursley's wake up. I am sure it would be a lovely surprise for them to see when they come downstairs for breakfast." Harry said smiling. He could just imagine Uncle Vernon's face when he saw the grey old wizard on one of their new couches. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
Dumbledore seemed to catch on. "Alright Harry, I think I will," he said as they walked back into the house." as long as you promise that you have some tea would could make up."
"Of course Professor." Harry answered rushing into the kitchen to put on the kettle.
"No, no, no, boy. This is how we do it." From the couch he levitated the teabag, flicked his wand and two cups of steaming hot tea were on the counter.
"Sure" Harry said, bringing the mug of hot tea over to
Dumbledore.
"Um...and what kind of surprise would this be?" Hermione asked, full of
curiosity.
"I am giving you a major makeover!" Pavarti squealed.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Hermione asked leading her
guest into the kitchen. She pulled a jug or orange juice out of the
fridge and poured two cups.
"No...you just need a little sprucing up. I mean it's your last year you
want to look gorgeous right?"
"Sure" Hermione answered full of sarcasm.
"Okay that's it." Pavarti pulled on Hermione's arm all the way up to
her room and basiclly threw her on the bed. "Okay. Step number one.
Eyebrows."
"What's wrong with my eyebrows?" she whined, getting up and staring at
herself in the mirror.
"Oh nothing at all hun, that is if you like hairy caterpillars
crawling across your face." She responded. Pavarti pulled a pair of
tweezers out of her bag. "You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be" Hermione answered and sat back down on her
bed.
Anyways
The Other Arrangement:
Chapter 2: Guest
Harry yawned, straightened his glasses on his nose and turned back to the large window, staring out into the sunrise. Here, living with the Dursleys was the utmost-boring thing. And it was summer. He was supposed to be enjoying himself, he was supposed to be happy that he had no school. But he wasn't, he was actually counting down the days until school, and what was even more outrageous, he looked forward to trying to finish Snape's essay on "How Healing Potions Were Composed During Prehistoric Ages" that night. Crack. Something hard and small hit his window.
"What...." He murmured, pressing his face against the window to see who
was outside. "Dumbledore?!" Harry yelled in shock "what?!" He unlatched the window and opened it, only to find the old wizard with the long grey beard sitting cross legged on the Dursley's car examining the rock Harry guessed he was about to throw. Dumbledore lifted his arm about to throw the second rock when he noticed Harry.
"Ah...Harry, dear boy, would you be so kind as to come down here for just a moment. I need to go over something." He said smiling in his odd sort of ' I am up to no good' kind of smile.
"Um...of course Professor." Harry stuttered, thinking he had done something wrong...hmm, nothing came to mind. "Be down in a moment." Careful not to make any loud noises that would wake the sleeping family, he gave Dumbledore one last glance then latched the window and headed out into the hall. Tiptoeing down the stairs was hard. The weight Dudley carried when he would run up and down the stairs in the mornings that Harry had to spend in the closet underneath the stairs had caused serious damage to the flight. Every time he tread on a new step it would squeak loudly, hoping not to be heard; he rushed down the stairs quickly. He quietly unlocked the front door and slid out. Harry jogged quickly around the brick corner of the garage to Dumbledore. He was sitting inside the car now. 'Uh...' Harry thought to himself 'Stupid, stupid charm 'Alo Hamora'.' Harry looked up just in time to see the Professors hand on the horn. "NO! NO PROFESSER....DO NOT HIT THE WHEEL!" he yelled out, racing towards the car.
"Oh, so sorry my dear boy...forgot the noise these silly things make. Anyhow..." he said getting out of the car. He slammed the door a little too hard for Harry's comfort. "...onto the matters I came here to talk to you about."
"Ah yes Professor, I was wondering about those very matters." Harry said wringing his hands together in anticipation.
"Oh, Harry" Dumbledore said chuckling, "do not worry, you are in no trouble what so ever, or at least not that I know of." He smirked. "There are some mages you see, and they have had, well Harry, they had some troubles. They just aren't the greatest people" he said putting an arm around Harry's shoulders. "And the worst thing was, they were highly trusted Aurors that betrayed many of the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix to the Dark Lord. The good thing was that the couple was caught and going to Azkaban, probably this very moment. The thing that you need to worry about is their daughter, Diosa. She is just the same age as you, and needs somewhere to stay...at least for the summer. She has no connectable relatives we can find right now. Do not worry, I will talk to the Dursley's when they wake, but will this be alright with you? She's a very bright girl, very pretty too." He elbowed Harry in the side playfully.
"Uh, of course Professor. Why don't you come in until the Dursley's wake up. I am sure it would be a lovely surprise for them to see when they come downstairs for breakfast." Harry said smiling. He could just imagine Uncle Vernon's face when he saw the grey old wizard on one of their new couches. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
Dumbledore seemed to catch on. "Alright Harry, I think I will," he said as they walked back into the house." as long as you promise that you have some tea would could make up."
"Of course Professor." Harry answered rushing into the kitchen to put on the kettle.
"No, no, no, boy. This is how we do it." From the couch he levitated the teabag, flicked his wand and two cups of steaming hot tea were on the counter.
"Sure" Harry said, bringing the mug of hot tea over to
Dumbledore.
"Um...and what kind of surprise would this be?" Hermione asked, full of
curiosity.
"I am giving you a major makeover!" Pavarti squealed.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Hermione asked leading her
guest into the kitchen. She pulled a jug or orange juice out of the
fridge and poured two cups.
"No...you just need a little sprucing up. I mean it's your last year you
want to look gorgeous right?"
"Sure" Hermione answered full of sarcasm.
"Okay that's it." Pavarti pulled on Hermione's arm all the way up to
her room and basiclly threw her on the bed. "Okay. Step number one.
Eyebrows."
"What's wrong with my eyebrows?" she whined, getting up and staring at
herself in the mirror.
"Oh nothing at all hun, that is if you like hairy caterpillars
crawling across your face." She responded. Pavarti pulled a pair of
tweezers out of her bag. "You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be" Hermione answered and sat back down on her
bed.