OK, so for this chapter I was PLANNING on actually looking in the book and
seeing what happened next. But unfortunately, due to some major
construction on my house, I have no idea where the book is packed. SO I'll
just make up stuff and hope it sounds remotely similar to what sort of
happens in the book. Kind of. Lol. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
"Oi! Wake up! Cocka-doodle-doo!" Harry sat straight up, looking for the source of the yelling and rooster- imitating. He looked up only to see a gigantic hairy face with little black eyes smiling down at him. He let out a loud girly shriek and ran for cover.
"Hey, hey, hey! What er you doin' that fer now? It's just me! Yer old buddy 'Agrid!" Harry looked at him suspiciously, but decided that waking up in the middle of nowhere with some strange gigantic man talking in a weird accent wasn't all that out of the ordinary, considering last time he checked he had set a chimpanzee on his fat, fat cousin and was being whacked in the head by owls dropping mail into various steaming beverages. Thinking such a long run-on sentence made his head hurt, and he had to sit down for a moment. Chica890 scolded her grammar. When he got back up, he stared at the man.
"Who are you? I mean I admit it is strange to wake up in the middle of nowhere with a gigantic man talking to me in a weird accent, but who knows? I mean have you watched TV lately? This is probably another one of those completely ridiculous reality TV shows! Honestly! Although they are strangely addicting..." he drifted off to ponder on this thought, forgetting someone else was there.
"Um.'ello? Alroight there, 'Arry?" Hagrid said as Harry jumped a foot.
"My name is not Arry, sir, it's Harry. With an "H" in it" Harry said.
"I know yer name, 'Arry! Oi've known ya since ya were a lit'l baby!" he said, wiping away a tear.
"HARRY! Say it with me Ha-rry. Ha-rry."
"Oi know, 'Arry! Oh, CURSE THIS DAMN ACCENT!" Hagrid suddenly screamed emotionally, whipping out a copy of "Sexy British Accents for Dummies". He plopped down on the floor and began reading. Harry just shrugged and drifted into the kitchen of the house.
He gasped as he found that it was not a kitchen, but a cozy little pub, brimming with freaks in long robes waving around sticks as they talked. They were served steaming beverages (Harry glanced around expectantly, this should be owl city!), although these ones were odd colors, like red and orange and blue, and there were even a few kids there drinking cream-soda- colored drinks out of tall mugs. He read a sign hanging from over the counter.
There were odd names like "Fire Whisky", "Madame Pinche's Powerful Love Potion" (ah, so this was a gypsy get-together), and "Butterbeer" (Really! With the cholesterol count in this country already!) Harry took another glance around the warm room and turned and walked back into the room he'd woken up in, only to find that the doorway had disappeared.
"Um, excuse me, M'am..." he said to the plump woman behind the desk, "But where did the doorway that used to be in that wall go?" The woman looked at him like he was a lunatic.
"And who are you, that hasn't heard of Doctor Devine's Disappearing Privacy Doors?" the woman asked. Before he could say he was Lightning Man, the woman took him over to the wall and stood him in front of it. "Just say your password to the wall!" she explained as if it were extremely common sense, then walked away.
"Umm..." Harry said awkwardly. "Hagrid," Nothing. "Doctor Devine," Still Nothing. "Harry," he tried, then on second thought, making his voice gruff, "Arry" A wooden door appeared, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
Just then Chica890 realized she forgot that this was supposed to be similar to the real Harry Potter story.
He woke with a start. "Oh..." he mumbled sleepily, "It was just a dream."
***
"Ah, ya finally woke up there?" A giant man said to him. Harry looked around wildly and screamed his little scarred head off.
"Okay, WHO are you? I don't remember anything after...after leaving the Dursley's! That's right! You rescued me from the Dursley's! Oh, thank you, kind gentle-hearted hero!"
The big man just laughed. "Well, we'll need to get to Gringotts and then to buy yer supplies, I s'pose. And then we'll have lunch, oi'm not the best at cookin', so oi guess we'll 'av ta eat out then!" Harry grinned, feeling strangely trusting towards the stranger standing before him, completely dismissing that he had no idea what the man was talking about. but he'd figure that out later. Meanwhile, he was starving.
"Could we eat first?" he asked, and the man nodded, little black eyes twinkling.
A/N: Wow. That was the most pointless chapter I'm sure many of you have ever read. I really was going to make the dream real, I was so into it that I completely forgot about remotely going along with the book. Oh well, I hope it at least gave you a laugh. PLEASE REVIEW! I don't seem to be getting a lot, I'm very disappointed in you all. V_V. BE ASHAMED, BE VERY ASHAMED! No, no, maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just losing my touch. Maybe I never had a touch.hmm.well anyway tell me your opinion on that last thought if nothing else. Please don't flame, though. Well thanx for reading!!! Please review!
"Oi! Wake up! Cocka-doodle-doo!" Harry sat straight up, looking for the source of the yelling and rooster- imitating. He looked up only to see a gigantic hairy face with little black eyes smiling down at him. He let out a loud girly shriek and ran for cover.
"Hey, hey, hey! What er you doin' that fer now? It's just me! Yer old buddy 'Agrid!" Harry looked at him suspiciously, but decided that waking up in the middle of nowhere with some strange gigantic man talking in a weird accent wasn't all that out of the ordinary, considering last time he checked he had set a chimpanzee on his fat, fat cousin and was being whacked in the head by owls dropping mail into various steaming beverages. Thinking such a long run-on sentence made his head hurt, and he had to sit down for a moment. Chica890 scolded her grammar. When he got back up, he stared at the man.
"Who are you? I mean I admit it is strange to wake up in the middle of nowhere with a gigantic man talking to me in a weird accent, but who knows? I mean have you watched TV lately? This is probably another one of those completely ridiculous reality TV shows! Honestly! Although they are strangely addicting..." he drifted off to ponder on this thought, forgetting someone else was there.
"Um.'ello? Alroight there, 'Arry?" Hagrid said as Harry jumped a foot.
"My name is not Arry, sir, it's Harry. With an "H" in it" Harry said.
"I know yer name, 'Arry! Oi've known ya since ya were a lit'l baby!" he said, wiping away a tear.
"HARRY! Say it with me Ha-rry. Ha-rry."
"Oi know, 'Arry! Oh, CURSE THIS DAMN ACCENT!" Hagrid suddenly screamed emotionally, whipping out a copy of "Sexy British Accents for Dummies". He plopped down on the floor and began reading. Harry just shrugged and drifted into the kitchen of the house.
He gasped as he found that it was not a kitchen, but a cozy little pub, brimming with freaks in long robes waving around sticks as they talked. They were served steaming beverages (Harry glanced around expectantly, this should be owl city!), although these ones were odd colors, like red and orange and blue, and there were even a few kids there drinking cream-soda- colored drinks out of tall mugs. He read a sign hanging from over the counter.
There were odd names like "Fire Whisky", "Madame Pinche's Powerful Love Potion" (ah, so this was a gypsy get-together), and "Butterbeer" (Really! With the cholesterol count in this country already!) Harry took another glance around the warm room and turned and walked back into the room he'd woken up in, only to find that the doorway had disappeared.
"Um, excuse me, M'am..." he said to the plump woman behind the desk, "But where did the doorway that used to be in that wall go?" The woman looked at him like he was a lunatic.
"And who are you, that hasn't heard of Doctor Devine's Disappearing Privacy Doors?" the woman asked. Before he could say he was Lightning Man, the woman took him over to the wall and stood him in front of it. "Just say your password to the wall!" she explained as if it were extremely common sense, then walked away.
"Umm..." Harry said awkwardly. "Hagrid," Nothing. "Doctor Devine," Still Nothing. "Harry," he tried, then on second thought, making his voice gruff, "Arry" A wooden door appeared, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
Just then Chica890 realized she forgot that this was supposed to be similar to the real Harry Potter story.
He woke with a start. "Oh..." he mumbled sleepily, "It was just a dream."
***
"Ah, ya finally woke up there?" A giant man said to him. Harry looked around wildly and screamed his little scarred head off.
"Okay, WHO are you? I don't remember anything after...after leaving the Dursley's! That's right! You rescued me from the Dursley's! Oh, thank you, kind gentle-hearted hero!"
The big man just laughed. "Well, we'll need to get to Gringotts and then to buy yer supplies, I s'pose. And then we'll have lunch, oi'm not the best at cookin', so oi guess we'll 'av ta eat out then!" Harry grinned, feeling strangely trusting towards the stranger standing before him, completely dismissing that he had no idea what the man was talking about. but he'd figure that out later. Meanwhile, he was starving.
"Could we eat first?" he asked, and the man nodded, little black eyes twinkling.
A/N: Wow. That was the most pointless chapter I'm sure many of you have ever read. I really was going to make the dream real, I was so into it that I completely forgot about remotely going along with the book. Oh well, I hope it at least gave you a laugh. PLEASE REVIEW! I don't seem to be getting a lot, I'm very disappointed in you all. V_V. BE ASHAMED, BE VERY ASHAMED! No, no, maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just losing my touch. Maybe I never had a touch.hmm.well anyway tell me your opinion on that last thought if nothing else. Please don't flame, though. Well thanx for reading!!! Please review!