DISCLAIMER- Don't own the Harry Potter characters, or the style I'm using, sadly. I do own the brats Sugar and Vanilla however. Hee hee. I love having snobby characters.
Chapter two
There is no way whatsoever that I could describe that feeling of loss that Harry, Hermione and Ron felt as they surveyed their destroyed home. Harry could see, within the burned ashes, the remains of his Firebolt, the best broom that galleons could buy. Hermione was able to see the bits of pieces of her favorite book, Hogwarts, A History. Ron poked through the remnants of the wooden chess set he had been using in the game against his father, knowing now he would never finish it. "Oh well." Ron told himself. "I would have won anyway." But this thought did not make him feel any better.
For the next week, The Potter orphans had to live in Mr. Fudge's home, which only made them feel worse. They were forced to share a room with Mr. Fugde's two daughters, Sugar and Vanilla Fudge, who were very vain and self-centered.
That night they were having a dinner of fried potatoes, fried chicken and crisped- a word which here means fried- spinach. Mr. Fudge put down his fork and annonced that he had found a guardian for the children.
"Thank goodness." Sugar said, sticking her nose in the air. "They're so mean and snobby. Hermione never wants to help clean up the kitchen or make my bed."
"All Harry cares about is flying our broom around." Vanilla added. "You'd think he could at least help by sweeping with it."
"And all Ron wants to do is play chess." Sugar continued, talking as if the orphans weren't there. "I mean, how booooring."
"They should realize that we're giving them the gift of sharing our bedroom." Vanilla concluded. "I guess they never heard of the expression 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.'"
"Who is it?" Harry asked. He was the only one of his siblings brave enough to ask.
"He is either your fourth cousin seven times removed, or someone with the same name as your fourth cousin seven times removed." Mr. Fudge answered. "His name is Lord Voldemort."
The three Potters looked at one another. They had never heard of any relative by that name.
"It was your parents' wish," continued Mr. Fudge, "That you be raised in the most convenient way possible." he paused to sneeze into his hankercheif. "This Lord Voldemort is the only relative you have who lives within the urban limits."
"But our parents have never talked about him, or invited him over for tea." Hermione said. "If he's our relative, you'd think we would have heard of him."
"You'll have to ask him when you meet him." Mr. Fudge said firmly.
"What is he besides a lord?" Ron asked. "Does he work for the ministry?"
"No." Mr. Fudge said. "He is an actor by trade. Lord is his title."
"Does he live alone?" Hermione wanted to know.
"You will find out tomorrow, when I drive you there." Mr. Fudge said. "Which reminds me, you'd better start packing."
The three siblings looked at each other, then down at there plates which had not been touched. Mr. Fudge had obviously not realized how stupid the thing he just said was. The children had absolutely nothing to pack. True, Mrs. Candi Fudge had given them a few pairs of horribly uncomfortable clothes, but they weren't about to pack them. And they didn't have anything to pack the nothing that they owned in. But instead of pointing this out, the Potters decided to leave the table and go to the rooms they were sharing with Vanilla and Sugar, since then they wouldn't have to eat any more of their abhorrent, a word which here means overly-fried, dinner.
The next morning, Mr. Fudge popped his head in the door and said. "Get up andstretch, Potters! After you have had breakfast, we'll load your stuff into the car."
The Potters didn't think anyone would need help hauling their non-existant belongings to the car, so they went to breakfast, which, as it turned out, was wrinkled oatmeal, with wrinkled raisins and wrinkled strips of greasy bacon. The orphans decided they weren't hungry, especially not for such abhorrent, a word which here means extremly wrinkley, food.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had just gotten into Mr. Fudge's automobile when Mrs. Fudge came running out after them. "Wait!" she called. "Don't forget your stuff." She dumped three brown suitcases into the car ontop of them. The orphans were surprised and overjoyed.
"Maybe they saved something from the fire." Ron whispered their thoughts aloud.
The orphans peeked into the suitcases with excited face, which were soon replaced with disappointed sighs as the orphans saw that they were stuffed full of the all horribly uncomfortable clothing the children had purposely not packed.
"Vanilla and Sugar decided to be very gracious and donate all their old clothing to your cause!" Msr. Fudge said cheerfully, as Mr. Fudge began to drive the automobile out of the garage. "Good-bye Potters!"
After driving for some time down the London streets, past Diagon Alley and the train station, Mr. Fudge stopped the automobile outside a large house. After pausing to sneeze into his hankercheif he announced "Welcome to your new home, Potters."
The Potters got out of the car to get a better look at the house they were going to be living in. It was rather large and had nice, neat flower gardens. There was a very large yard in front, and even some Quiddich goals set up, Harry noticed. It appears the house's owner enjoyed this wizard sport almost as much as the oldest Potter.
Hermione was quick to see that the owner of the house had a spell set up that provided water for the flowers, so they didn't need to be watered. She was pleased to note the complexity of the spell, and hoped the owner was good with a wand.
After examining the yard in hopes of finding something that he would enjoy, Ron looked in one of the windows. There was a polished chess set sitting right next to one of the first floor windows. It looked as if someone had started a game, and Ron hoped he could play on it soon.
Then the door of the house opened, and a middle aged women stepped out. She had short gray hair, and piercing hawk-like eyes. Then they softened when she noticed the children. "Hello." She said pleasently. "Are you the children that Lord Voldemort is adopting?"
"Yes, we are." Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is my sister Hermione, and brother Ron."
"It's nice to meet you." the women said. "I'm Madam Hooch. I'm a judge at the Ministry of Magic."
"That sounds very interesting." Hermione said politely. "Are you Lord Voldemort's sister?"
"Oh, thank goodness no!" Madam Hooch laughed. Then she covered her mouth. "Now that wasn't too nice of me was it? He lives across the street." she pointed.
The children turned and looked at the house she was pointing at. It was a house that looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. It was malodorous, cloddish and paltry, which are words which here describe a place nobody in their right mind would want to live. The children looked at it dubiously.
Mr. Fudge had already walked over to the house and rang the doorbell. The Potters followed him, careful to step on the dirty sidewalk leading up to the door, rather than tread on the dirty ground, littered with broken butterbeer bottles. When they reached the door, they saw a painting of a black skull with a serpant in its mouth on the door. As they children gazed at the skull, they felt as if it were watching them. Suddenly, they wanted to do nothining other then run right back into the car, dodging the lumps of weeds and patches of dry grass that littered the unkept lawn.
Then the door opened, and they came face to face with their new gaurdian. Actually, face to chest is more like it, seeing as Lord Voldemort was more than a head taller then them. Their eyes traveled up his body; from his sockless feet to his left ankle, which sported a tattoo of a skull matching the door's painting, to his skinny legs, up his body and right up to his smiling, dirty face, stopping at his shiny, shiny eyes. They also noticed that instead of two normal eyebrows, as most wizards had, he had one long eyesbrow, connecting over his nose.
"Welcome, Potters." He croaked, smiling that same nausiating smile. The children gulped visibly.
"Come in, come in." he said, beckoning them into his home. They slowly forced themselves to enter this man's house. Mr. Fudge followed them, eyeing the chipped paint on the walls, and the unswept floor.
"This place needs a good remodeling." Mr. Fudge said. What Ron wanted to add was that it need to be bulldozed, and totally rebuilt, but he was too well-mannered.
"Well," Lord Voldemort said smiling at the Potters, "I'm sure if we used some of the Potters' fortune, we could get it fixed up."
"The Potters' fortune," Mr. Fudge said sternly, after sneezing into his hankercheif, "Is to be kept at Gringott's bank until Harry comes of age. It will not be used before that time."
Lord Voldemort glared daggers at Mr. Fudge. Then suddenly, he chuckled softly to himself and smiled. "Of course, Mr. Fudge. Thank you for bringing the children."
"Goodbye, Potters." Mr. Fudge said. "I really must be going back to work. You can call me at any time. I work in Gringotts bank."
"What's your phone number?" Hermione asked.
"I have a phone book." Voldemort said quickly. "Goodbye Mr. Fudge." and he slammed the door shut. The children stared at the closed door, which had the symbol of a skull with a snake in its mouth. They felt as if they were the snake, and they were trapped in this house, with no way to get back to Mr. Fudge and their previous lives.
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Chapter two
There is no way whatsoever that I could describe that feeling of loss that Harry, Hermione and Ron felt as they surveyed their destroyed home. Harry could see, within the burned ashes, the remains of his Firebolt, the best broom that galleons could buy. Hermione was able to see the bits of pieces of her favorite book, Hogwarts, A History. Ron poked through the remnants of the wooden chess set he had been using in the game against his father, knowing now he would never finish it. "Oh well." Ron told himself. "I would have won anyway." But this thought did not make him feel any better.
For the next week, The Potter orphans had to live in Mr. Fudge's home, which only made them feel worse. They were forced to share a room with Mr. Fugde's two daughters, Sugar and Vanilla Fudge, who were very vain and self-centered.
That night they were having a dinner of fried potatoes, fried chicken and crisped- a word which here means fried- spinach. Mr. Fudge put down his fork and annonced that he had found a guardian for the children.
"Thank goodness." Sugar said, sticking her nose in the air. "They're so mean and snobby. Hermione never wants to help clean up the kitchen or make my bed."
"All Harry cares about is flying our broom around." Vanilla added. "You'd think he could at least help by sweeping with it."
"And all Ron wants to do is play chess." Sugar continued, talking as if the orphans weren't there. "I mean, how booooring."
"They should realize that we're giving them the gift of sharing our bedroom." Vanilla concluded. "I guess they never heard of the expression 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.'"
"Who is it?" Harry asked. He was the only one of his siblings brave enough to ask.
"He is either your fourth cousin seven times removed, or someone with the same name as your fourth cousin seven times removed." Mr. Fudge answered. "His name is Lord Voldemort."
The three Potters looked at one another. They had never heard of any relative by that name.
"It was your parents' wish," continued Mr. Fudge, "That you be raised in the most convenient way possible." he paused to sneeze into his hankercheif. "This Lord Voldemort is the only relative you have who lives within the urban limits."
"But our parents have never talked about him, or invited him over for tea." Hermione said. "If he's our relative, you'd think we would have heard of him."
"You'll have to ask him when you meet him." Mr. Fudge said firmly.
"What is he besides a lord?" Ron asked. "Does he work for the ministry?"
"No." Mr. Fudge said. "He is an actor by trade. Lord is his title."
"Does he live alone?" Hermione wanted to know.
"You will find out tomorrow, when I drive you there." Mr. Fudge said. "Which reminds me, you'd better start packing."
The three siblings looked at each other, then down at there plates which had not been touched. Mr. Fudge had obviously not realized how stupid the thing he just said was. The children had absolutely nothing to pack. True, Mrs. Candi Fudge had given them a few pairs of horribly uncomfortable clothes, but they weren't about to pack them. And they didn't have anything to pack the nothing that they owned in. But instead of pointing this out, the Potters decided to leave the table and go to the rooms they were sharing with Vanilla and Sugar, since then they wouldn't have to eat any more of their abhorrent, a word which here means overly-fried, dinner.
The next morning, Mr. Fudge popped his head in the door and said. "Get up andstretch, Potters! After you have had breakfast, we'll load your stuff into the car."
The Potters didn't think anyone would need help hauling their non-existant belongings to the car, so they went to breakfast, which, as it turned out, was wrinkled oatmeal, with wrinkled raisins and wrinkled strips of greasy bacon. The orphans decided they weren't hungry, especially not for such abhorrent, a word which here means extremly wrinkley, food.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had just gotten into Mr. Fudge's automobile when Mrs. Fudge came running out after them. "Wait!" she called. "Don't forget your stuff." She dumped three brown suitcases into the car ontop of them. The orphans were surprised and overjoyed.
"Maybe they saved something from the fire." Ron whispered their thoughts aloud.
The orphans peeked into the suitcases with excited face, which were soon replaced with disappointed sighs as the orphans saw that they were stuffed full of the all horribly uncomfortable clothing the children had purposely not packed.
"Vanilla and Sugar decided to be very gracious and donate all their old clothing to your cause!" Msr. Fudge said cheerfully, as Mr. Fudge began to drive the automobile out of the garage. "Good-bye Potters!"
After driving for some time down the London streets, past Diagon Alley and the train station, Mr. Fudge stopped the automobile outside a large house. After pausing to sneeze into his hankercheif he announced "Welcome to your new home, Potters."
The Potters got out of the car to get a better look at the house they were going to be living in. It was rather large and had nice, neat flower gardens. There was a very large yard in front, and even some Quiddich goals set up, Harry noticed. It appears the house's owner enjoyed this wizard sport almost as much as the oldest Potter.
Hermione was quick to see that the owner of the house had a spell set up that provided water for the flowers, so they didn't need to be watered. She was pleased to note the complexity of the spell, and hoped the owner was good with a wand.
After examining the yard in hopes of finding something that he would enjoy, Ron looked in one of the windows. There was a polished chess set sitting right next to one of the first floor windows. It looked as if someone had started a game, and Ron hoped he could play on it soon.
Then the door of the house opened, and a middle aged women stepped out. She had short gray hair, and piercing hawk-like eyes. Then they softened when she noticed the children. "Hello." She said pleasently. "Are you the children that Lord Voldemort is adopting?"
"Yes, we are." Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is my sister Hermione, and brother Ron."
"It's nice to meet you." the women said. "I'm Madam Hooch. I'm a judge at the Ministry of Magic."
"That sounds very interesting." Hermione said politely. "Are you Lord Voldemort's sister?"
"Oh, thank goodness no!" Madam Hooch laughed. Then she covered her mouth. "Now that wasn't too nice of me was it? He lives across the street." she pointed.
The children turned and looked at the house she was pointing at. It was a house that looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. It was malodorous, cloddish and paltry, which are words which here describe a place nobody in their right mind would want to live. The children looked at it dubiously.
Mr. Fudge had already walked over to the house and rang the doorbell. The Potters followed him, careful to step on the dirty sidewalk leading up to the door, rather than tread on the dirty ground, littered with broken butterbeer bottles. When they reached the door, they saw a painting of a black skull with a serpant in its mouth on the door. As they children gazed at the skull, they felt as if it were watching them. Suddenly, they wanted to do nothining other then run right back into the car, dodging the lumps of weeds and patches of dry grass that littered the unkept lawn.
Then the door opened, and they came face to face with their new gaurdian. Actually, face to chest is more like it, seeing as Lord Voldemort was more than a head taller then them. Their eyes traveled up his body; from his sockless feet to his left ankle, which sported a tattoo of a skull matching the door's painting, to his skinny legs, up his body and right up to his smiling, dirty face, stopping at his shiny, shiny eyes. They also noticed that instead of two normal eyebrows, as most wizards had, he had one long eyesbrow, connecting over his nose.
"Welcome, Potters." He croaked, smiling that same nausiating smile. The children gulped visibly.
"Come in, come in." he said, beckoning them into his home. They slowly forced themselves to enter this man's house. Mr. Fudge followed them, eyeing the chipped paint on the walls, and the unswept floor.
"This place needs a good remodeling." Mr. Fudge said. What Ron wanted to add was that it need to be bulldozed, and totally rebuilt, but he was too well-mannered.
"Well," Lord Voldemort said smiling at the Potters, "I'm sure if we used some of the Potters' fortune, we could get it fixed up."
"The Potters' fortune," Mr. Fudge said sternly, after sneezing into his hankercheif, "Is to be kept at Gringott's bank until Harry comes of age. It will not be used before that time."
Lord Voldemort glared daggers at Mr. Fudge. Then suddenly, he chuckled softly to himself and smiled. "Of course, Mr. Fudge. Thank you for bringing the children."
"Goodbye, Potters." Mr. Fudge said. "I really must be going back to work. You can call me at any time. I work in Gringotts bank."
"What's your phone number?" Hermione asked.
"I have a phone book." Voldemort said quickly. "Goodbye Mr. Fudge." and he slammed the door shut. The children stared at the closed door, which had the symbol of a skull with a snake in its mouth. They felt as if they were the snake, and they were trapped in this house, with no way to get back to Mr. Fudge and their previous lives.
REVIEWERS-
Visualpurple- Hello penpal! You need to write stories for fanfiction! You can write them about the joys of eatting grass-flavored Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Did you get your birthday present yet? It's going to be late. We had to get a little package to put it in. I want the next Lemony Snicket book to come out soon, don't you? Send me more of your pretty pictures of all the characters.
DweemAngel- I'm glad you liked my story. I also love Harry Potter and Lemony Snicket. I can't believe they're going to make a Lemony Snicket movie, can you? It's going to be weird. How are they going to get an actor small enough to be Sunny? If you have any ideas for Harry Potter characters that could be put in this story, just tell me.
REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!