A/N- Hey! I'm back! WATCH OUT! A FLYING PANCAKE! (Ok, I think that headache
medicine is getting to me ;-)) Sorry the beginning of this story was short.
Hehe. The first few chappies will be, I think.
Thanks for the reviews! They mean a lot!
Tons of thankies to:
Tangerine Speedo-Thanks so much for the first review! Tons of mini cookies for you! And enjoy!
Rose Raven Riddle-Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy the story!
loser-me-ushi-Thanks! I hope you like this chappie!
MsMissProngs-Lol! Enjoy!
siriusforeva-Hehe! The grandma is supposed to be sorta funny, I guess ;-) Enjoy! And thanks!
RockinToaster-awesome name, dude! Haha! Thank YOU SO MUCH! I don't really see myself very good, so thanks! Hope you enjoy this chappie
Silver Spoon-Thanks! Read on and I hope you like it!
hp-lotr-potc-fan-Thank you! You're right; I guess I have to make this story AU. But that's ok! Enjoy!
Read and rock on!
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The sunlight was streaming through a crack in my dusty curtains when I woke. I moaned and turned away from the intruding sunlight, hoping for another five minutes of peacefulness.
I groaned again when I heard a light tapping on my window. Stretching, I swung my legs over the bed, and made my way over to the window. The tapping had increased in loudness as I drew closer. I quickly saw a brown-feathered owl which had a scroll of parchment attached to it's foot.
As I opened the window, the owl hastily flew into my room, perching itself on my one and only chair. I made my way toward the chair, reaching out one hand to stroke the owl's feathers. I untied the letter from the leg, and sat on my bed to read it.
Dear Lily,
My parents are going to take Talia and me to Diagon Alley to pick up new school supplies. Do you want to meet us there if you have no plans? Maybe after we could pick up an ice cream or something.
We miss you,
Alvin and Talia
Alvin Pollard's face popped up in my mind. I could clearly see his spiky brown hair and glistening blue eyes. His smile with perfect white teeth always cheered everyone up.
I could also see Talia's face in my head. Her long brown hair was always down, and her soft brown eyes could make you give in to a lot of things. Trust me.
I missed my friends a lot, especially being cooped out in a house of scary people. I grabbed a quill and scribbled a reply saying that I'd try to be there. I then rolled up the parchment and reattached it to the owl that was still perched on my chair.
I watched the owl fly off into the sunrise, becoming a speck against the dim colors of the sky. I sighed and turned to find some clothes for the day.
I picked out a pair of stretchy jeans that I hadn't worn since last summer. I pulled them on and realized they were much too tight and almost impossible to button at the waist. I knew I wasn't that fat, but I was certainly not to thin. Slipping the jeans off, I chose a pair of baggy pants, which I knew would fit me.
After, I took an old tee shirt that read "Rock" and slid it over my head. I decided it was time to face the danger of going downstairs and headed toward the door.
I couldn't hear Petunia snoring down the hallway so I figured she was downstairs. Oh joy.
I thumped softly down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. A soft chattering was coming from the dining room, which I paid no attention to until I heard my name.
"-do you know if she even has a boyfriend?" A hoarse whisper asked.
I flattened myself against the wall to overhear more of the conversation.
"I'm not exactly sure." Another whisper came.
"I don't suppose she does, with her looks and her awful attitude," Petunia giggled.
All three women laughed as I made the choice to walk in. I gathered my cereal bowl and glass from the cabinet casually, as if I hadn't heard anything at all.
"Talking about me again, I presume," I said lightly, pouring milk into my bowl.
Petunia, Mother and Grandma Agnes all exchanged guilty looks, before shaking their heads and eating again. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the end of the table, farthest away from my family as I could get. My father was at the other end of the table, reading his newspaper and crunching on toast, ignoring the rest of us.
I broke the silence by mentioning Diagon Alley.
"Can someone drive me to London today, so I can fetch new school supplies?" I asked, with my mouth full.
My mother and Petunia shook their heads and glared at me for bringing up the subject of my school. My father continued ignoring me, but I saw that he had stopped eating and his beady eyes hadn't moved from one spot on the paper.
"I will."
I turned toward Grandma Agnes who had her hundred-year-old eyeballs on me.
"In what, a hearse?" I said, not even acknowledging the death glares my mother and sister were directing at me.
"It's no matter to you, Lilith," Grandma responded feebly, "I need to pick up a dose of medicine anyway."
"More like fifty doses," I muttered, resuming my eating.
It was 2 o'clock by the time I arrived in London. I never knew that Grandma Agnes could drive so slowly. She left me on a curb in the center of London after a very silent trip.
I looked around at my surroundings. I had no idea at all where I was. Buses were flashing by me, and cars were honking loudly at each other. I huffed and strode to a building that was marked 'Town Hall'. It had to help somehow.
I walked inside the modern building and strode to a desk in which a dark- haired lady sat in. I smiled charmingly and asked her if she knew where the Leaky Cauldron was.
"I'm afraid I don't, miss," she smiled back.
"Oh, alright."
Now I had no idea where to go. I decided I would walk around, asking various people if they knew where the Leaky Cauldron was. I set off down a large street, full of shoppers and lovers with shopping bags busting at the seams.
After at least an hour, I had asked about 15 people, and none of them knew. I grimaced at the image of Alvin and Talia's disappointed faces when they knew I wasn't coming. I continued walking down alleys, main streets, and under bridges, but I never came across the Leaky Cauldron.
I had been staring at the ground while I was walking and hadn't really been paying attention to where I was going. I lifted my head up and saw nothing but narrow alleys in front of me. The stone on the walls looked old and worn, and I swear I saw small holes in the walls, where, most likely, bullets had been. I turned around to follow my footsteps out of all the dark and dingy alleyways, but only found more.
What kind of trouble had I gotten myself into?
!#$%&()
A/N- OH NO! MORE PANCAKES! Hehe. . . sorry! Review? Pweezeee?
Thanks,
cArM
Thanks for the reviews! They mean a lot!
Tons of thankies to:
Tangerine Speedo-Thanks so much for the first review! Tons of mini cookies for you! And enjoy!
Rose Raven Riddle-Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy the story!
loser-me-ushi-Thanks! I hope you like this chappie!
MsMissProngs-Lol! Enjoy!
siriusforeva-Hehe! The grandma is supposed to be sorta funny, I guess ;-) Enjoy! And thanks!
RockinToaster-awesome name, dude! Haha! Thank YOU SO MUCH! I don't really see myself very good, so thanks! Hope you enjoy this chappie
Silver Spoon-Thanks! Read on and I hope you like it!
hp-lotr-potc-fan-Thank you! You're right; I guess I have to make this story AU. But that's ok! Enjoy!
Read and rock on!
!#$%&()
The sunlight was streaming through a crack in my dusty curtains when I woke. I moaned and turned away from the intruding sunlight, hoping for another five minutes of peacefulness.
I groaned again when I heard a light tapping on my window. Stretching, I swung my legs over the bed, and made my way over to the window. The tapping had increased in loudness as I drew closer. I quickly saw a brown-feathered owl which had a scroll of parchment attached to it's foot.
As I opened the window, the owl hastily flew into my room, perching itself on my one and only chair. I made my way toward the chair, reaching out one hand to stroke the owl's feathers. I untied the letter from the leg, and sat on my bed to read it.
Dear Lily,
My parents are going to take Talia and me to Diagon Alley to pick up new school supplies. Do you want to meet us there if you have no plans? Maybe after we could pick up an ice cream or something.
We miss you,
Alvin and Talia
Alvin Pollard's face popped up in my mind. I could clearly see his spiky brown hair and glistening blue eyes. His smile with perfect white teeth always cheered everyone up.
I could also see Talia's face in my head. Her long brown hair was always down, and her soft brown eyes could make you give in to a lot of things. Trust me.
I missed my friends a lot, especially being cooped out in a house of scary people. I grabbed a quill and scribbled a reply saying that I'd try to be there. I then rolled up the parchment and reattached it to the owl that was still perched on my chair.
I watched the owl fly off into the sunrise, becoming a speck against the dim colors of the sky. I sighed and turned to find some clothes for the day.
I picked out a pair of stretchy jeans that I hadn't worn since last summer. I pulled them on and realized they were much too tight and almost impossible to button at the waist. I knew I wasn't that fat, but I was certainly not to thin. Slipping the jeans off, I chose a pair of baggy pants, which I knew would fit me.
After, I took an old tee shirt that read "Rock" and slid it over my head. I decided it was time to face the danger of going downstairs and headed toward the door.
I couldn't hear Petunia snoring down the hallway so I figured she was downstairs. Oh joy.
I thumped softly down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. A soft chattering was coming from the dining room, which I paid no attention to until I heard my name.
"-do you know if she even has a boyfriend?" A hoarse whisper asked.
I flattened myself against the wall to overhear more of the conversation.
"I'm not exactly sure." Another whisper came.
"I don't suppose she does, with her looks and her awful attitude," Petunia giggled.
All three women laughed as I made the choice to walk in. I gathered my cereal bowl and glass from the cabinet casually, as if I hadn't heard anything at all.
"Talking about me again, I presume," I said lightly, pouring milk into my bowl.
Petunia, Mother and Grandma Agnes all exchanged guilty looks, before shaking their heads and eating again. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the end of the table, farthest away from my family as I could get. My father was at the other end of the table, reading his newspaper and crunching on toast, ignoring the rest of us.
I broke the silence by mentioning Diagon Alley.
"Can someone drive me to London today, so I can fetch new school supplies?" I asked, with my mouth full.
My mother and Petunia shook their heads and glared at me for bringing up the subject of my school. My father continued ignoring me, but I saw that he had stopped eating and his beady eyes hadn't moved from one spot on the paper.
"I will."
I turned toward Grandma Agnes who had her hundred-year-old eyeballs on me.
"In what, a hearse?" I said, not even acknowledging the death glares my mother and sister were directing at me.
"It's no matter to you, Lilith," Grandma responded feebly, "I need to pick up a dose of medicine anyway."
"More like fifty doses," I muttered, resuming my eating.
It was 2 o'clock by the time I arrived in London. I never knew that Grandma Agnes could drive so slowly. She left me on a curb in the center of London after a very silent trip.
I looked around at my surroundings. I had no idea at all where I was. Buses were flashing by me, and cars were honking loudly at each other. I huffed and strode to a building that was marked 'Town Hall'. It had to help somehow.
I walked inside the modern building and strode to a desk in which a dark- haired lady sat in. I smiled charmingly and asked her if she knew where the Leaky Cauldron was.
"I'm afraid I don't, miss," she smiled back.
"Oh, alright."
Now I had no idea where to go. I decided I would walk around, asking various people if they knew where the Leaky Cauldron was. I set off down a large street, full of shoppers and lovers with shopping bags busting at the seams.
After at least an hour, I had asked about 15 people, and none of them knew. I grimaced at the image of Alvin and Talia's disappointed faces when they knew I wasn't coming. I continued walking down alleys, main streets, and under bridges, but I never came across the Leaky Cauldron.
I had been staring at the ground while I was walking and hadn't really been paying attention to where I was going. I lifted my head up and saw nothing but narrow alleys in front of me. The stone on the walls looked old and worn, and I swear I saw small holes in the walls, where, most likely, bullets had been. I turned around to follow my footsteps out of all the dark and dingy alleyways, but only found more.
What kind of trouble had I gotten myself into?
!#$%&()
A/N- OH NO! MORE PANCAKES! Hehe. . . sorry! Review? Pweezeee?
Thanks,
cArM