Disclaimer: Maybe if I owned this I would get a Chevy SSR, then buy a new laptop, then get a REAL pool in my backyard, then build my own bathroom onto the house, then... in short, I'd be off playing with all the money instead of writing fanfics. Oh, and I'd buy a condo in Toronto so I won't have to fly everywhere via Halifax or Moncton. But anyway...
Author's Note: Ó éirigí suas a thogha na bhfear, Is cuirigí píce 'r bharr gach cleith. Is leagaigí síos iad lucht an droch-chroí, Agus cuirigí dlí na Frainc' ar bun... Anyway, (why the hell did I put that in?) I was in Toronto for 5 days, and I flew back in Moncton and stayed two nights at Crystal Palace, and I got back from that a week ago but my mom is a fanatic about getting ready for back to school, and before that I didn't put a thing because I haven't gotten a single review. Now, though, instead of ranting I will not say anything but shoot hurt looks at all of you 24/7 and leave you wallowing in self-pity. Yay! I like making people feel guilty about me... this strange thing I've always had. This chapter dedicated to Stitch, from Sparky.
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Harry Potter and the Star Guardians
Chapter Six: Laivreanan & Diagon Alley
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It is common knowledge that the Burrow only has one chimney yet it has 6 or 7 fireplaces. So Ron and I woke to the smell of a huge fire in the kitchen. We rushed downstairs to find Molly heaping buckets of water on the large stone hearth. Ron and I helped and Molly said "Well, NOW what's for breakfast?