"Potter: Behind The Book And Queering It Up"
A Harry Potter fanfiction
Written by Katsuragi Misato
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A/N: Time for some relief from the present-day HP...how about going back awhile?
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Chapter Three: 'Oopsie-daisie' and Accidents o.o;
We find ourselves now going back to the days where Volde-(Percy pops up) "HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED!"
... Right -_-;
Where HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED! Ruled...
We now see HIM, stalking forth to a very quaint, peaceful looking home, wand trust forward, with killings on his mind... As he draws closer to the setting, he mutters a stange word, wand pointed at the door. The door, in an instant, flies open...but he has been expected. In front of him (most heroic like), wand at the ready, stands a tall, dark haired man that we would only recognize to be good ol' loyal James Potter. Good ol' James's heroic scene is ruined instantaneously by Vol...
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED.
With a simple wave of his wand, loyal James Potter sulks toward the ground and, before he can even touch it...dies.
With him out of the way, HE ascends up the stairwell, wand faithfully now at his side. As he reaches the top, he looks around, looking fierce with his blood-shot eyes widening, now focusing on something. HE slowly walks toward a room, wand still at his side, looking joyful and enraged at the same time.
This time, to open the door, it just takes a simple turn of the handle. Now his wand is pointed onward toward a crib. As HE walks nearer, we can hear ickle-Harry Potter stirring in his slumber.
"Sweat dreams ickle-Harry," bellows a cold deep voice..."For they will be your last!"
At this, ickle-Harry opened his eyes to find a wand pointed at him. With a giggle, Harry grabs the wand a begins to teeth on it.
"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT YOU LITTLE BRAT!" yelled HE, Pulling his wand from Harry's tight grip. Apparently this scared Harry, for he began to wail, kick, and scream.
"DAMN! HE'S GONNA WAKE HIS MOM!" whined Voldie, and with that he picked up little Harry and atempted to calm him.
"There, there. Stop crying already, you're gonna wake Lily! Aw come on, I was only playin'," cried Voldie to find it wasn't working. At this point he was so desperate he'd try anything. So he began to play games with Harry, tossing him up and down.
"Up-see-daisy. Up-*smash*see-SHIT!!" On the way up Harry had hit his head on the ceiling and he now bore a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
"Lily's gonna kill me!" he wailed, and just then Lily stormed into the room cursing at him. After a severe beating, he finally managed to kill her and limped off (leaving ickle-Harry) too tired to carry on.
~*end*~
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So did you like? I think it's a fine twist o'fate.
T.T.F.N.
tah tah for now.
"SQUEE!!!"
A Harry Potter fanfiction
Written by Katsuragi Misato
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A/N: Time for some relief from the present-day HP...how about going back awhile?
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Chapter Three: 'Oopsie-daisie' and Accidents o.o;
We find ourselves now going back to the days where Volde-(Percy pops up) "HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED!"
... Right -_-;
Where HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED! Ruled...
We now see HIM, stalking forth to a very quaint, peaceful looking home, wand trust forward, with killings on his mind... As he draws closer to the setting, he mutters a stange word, wand pointed at the door. The door, in an instant, flies open...but he has been expected. In front of him (most heroic like), wand at the ready, stands a tall, dark haired man that we would only recognize to be good ol' loyal James Potter. Good ol' James's heroic scene is ruined instantaneously by Vol...
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED.
With a simple wave of his wand, loyal James Potter sulks toward the ground and, before he can even touch it...dies.
With him out of the way, HE ascends up the stairwell, wand faithfully now at his side. As he reaches the top, he looks around, looking fierce with his blood-shot eyes widening, now focusing on something. HE slowly walks toward a room, wand still at his side, looking joyful and enraged at the same time.
This time, to open the door, it just takes a simple turn of the handle. Now his wand is pointed onward toward a crib. As HE walks nearer, we can hear ickle-Harry Potter stirring in his slumber.
"Sweat dreams ickle-Harry," bellows a cold deep voice..."For they will be your last!"
At this, ickle-Harry opened his eyes to find a wand pointed at him. With a giggle, Harry grabs the wand a begins to teeth on it.
"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT YOU LITTLE BRAT!" yelled HE, Pulling his wand from Harry's tight grip. Apparently this scared Harry, for he began to wail, kick, and scream.
"DAMN! HE'S GONNA WAKE HIS MOM!" whined Voldie, and with that he picked up little Harry and atempted to calm him.
"There, there. Stop crying already, you're gonna wake Lily! Aw come on, I was only playin'," cried Voldie to find it wasn't working. At this point he was so desperate he'd try anything. So he began to play games with Harry, tossing him up and down.
"Up-see-daisy. Up-*smash*see-SHIT!!" On the way up Harry had hit his head on the ceiling and he now bore a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
"Lily's gonna kill me!" he wailed, and just then Lily stormed into the room cursing at him. After a severe beating, he finally managed to kill her and limped off (leaving ickle-Harry) too tired to carry on.
~*end*~
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So did you like? I think it's a fine twist o'fate.
T.T.F.N.
tah tah for now.
"SQUEE!!!"