right, so its almost 2 am and I have two exams tomorrow..french and modern
history..so what do I do:
a) study of course, I'm paying to go to this school, I need to do well
b) stare at my ceiling...*ponders* i never noticed that mark before..
c) update a new chapter of my fic..mustn't forget such important things
d) b and c
--if you answered d) b and c then you are correct...why you may ask, the
answer is that I am a procrastinator by nature and frankly I like it
right so I don't own YGO or HP..if I did I wouldn't have to worry about these stupid exams now would i...*sigh* that would be nice now wouldn't it
chapter 3....enjoy, but don't forget to review!
Harry Potter stood in his aunt and uncle's kitchen. It was only 8:30 in the morning, but he couldn't wait to get the day started. Today his best friend Ron was coming to pick him up so Harry could spend the remaining month of the summer holiday at his house. Two more hours and then freedom.
Harry hated staying at his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house. They ignored him all the time and made him stay inside the house all day, so he wouldn't talk to the neighbours. Harry felt he really shouldn't complain, this was much better than before. Before the Dursley's found out about Harry's godfather, who happened to be a wanted murder (Harry failed to mention that Sirius didn't actually commit the crime), before that life was unbearable. Now at least it wasn't completely bad.
"Are those freak friends of yours coming today?" Uncle Vernon barked as he walked into the kitchen.
Harry bit his tongue at the remark and answered as politely as he could, "Yes they are."
Uncle Vernon snorted, "Well I hope they have the decency to show up on time, and I might add that they better be driving this time, I wont stand for them coming into our house like that ever again." Uncle Vernon began to read his paper and Aunt Petunia entered the kitchen.
Harry knew what Uncle Vernon was talking about. The last time Ron Weasley had come to pick Harry up he, his dad and his twin brothers had come by Floo Powder. It was a disaster to say the least; they ended up having to blow up the Dursley's electric fireplace to get out of the wall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had not been impressed in any way shape or form.
It was now 9 o'clock and Aunt Petunia had breakfast on the go, and Dudley, Harry's incredibly fat cousin, had now joined the rest of the family in the kitchen. He sat as far away as possible from Harry, as though Harry had some kind of contagious rash. Dudley now had two bad run ins with wizards and was quite traumatized, the first time he emerged with a pig's tail and the second time an enlarged purple tongue. Dudley didn't care much for wizards. The mental picture of both incidents still brought tears of laughter to Harry's eyes.
"I don't know how they are coming," Harry told his relatives truthfully. He really didn't know, Floo Powder was out of the question and the Weasley's car was still roaming around the Forbidden Forest, that didn't leave may options. Uncle Vernon merely snorted in reply.
Ten o'clock came and went and the time began to tick by so slowly Harry swore that the clock might actually be going backwards. To pass the time Harry went up to his bedroom and triple checked if he had left anything behind. He looked in all of his drawers, the closet and where he hid his schoolbooks, nothing. Harry looked around the room and decided that he was ready to leave 4 Privet Drive until next summer.
Finally 10:30 came and went, Harry hadn't expected the Weasley's to be on time. Finally at about 10:56 there was a knock at the door. Harry jumped out of his seat in the kitchen and ran full stride to answer the door. He flung it open and there stood Ron Weasley and his father.
"Hello Harry," smiled Mr Weasley cheerfully, "ready to go?"
"Hiya Harry, sorry we're late, had a bit of trouble finding the place," Ron smiled at Harry.
"Well, then lets go," Harry stepped out the front door, "see you next summer," he called to his aunt and uncle. Harry closed the front door, picked up and trunk and looked to Mr Weasley. "How did you get here?"
"Ah, yes, well seeing how we no longer have a car, I borrowed one from a friend from work," Mr Weasley pointed to a black car parked in front of the Dursley's house.
Ron looked at Harry knowing what was on his mind, "Its completely muggle, you wouldn't believe how excited Dad got when he found out," Ron rolled his eyes and Harry smiled. This was the start to the best month ever. ....
Dumbledore sat at his desk looking over the new class schedule, when there was a sudden knock at his door.
"Enter," Dumbledore waved for the figure at his door to sit down.
"Dumbledore, I know what they're looking for," the man stated as he plopped into the chair, "something called the Millennium Items in Egypt."
"Does Voldemort know where the items are?" Dumbledore inquired remaining calm.
"Well, I asked around the Death Eaters and no one knows," the man scratched his head, "so I asked around the market place, you know just random jewellers to see if they had seen any of them. No one had."
Dumbledore sensed that there was more and so he arched an eyebrow and motioned for the informant to continue.
"Well, then some strange lady pulled me aside and asked why I wanted to know about the Millennium Items. I told her that some people were looking for them, evil people. She said that the items do exist, and that she is trying very hard to keep them just figments of legend, and something about they had all already found their destined owners, what ever the hell that means." The man paused before continuing, "That's pretty much all I could get out of her."
Dumbledore thought about this information for a minute, then looked up at the man, "Thank you for your help," Dumbledore stood and shook the nameless man's hand, "we should not meet again for a very long time, so I wish you luck in the future." And with that the man left Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore sat deep in thought for a while; he looked at the papers on his desk, under the scheduling problems. He had discovered four teenagers with a tremendous amount of power, a dangerous amount of power for untrained wizards. These were dangerous times, if Voldemort got his hands on this kind of power, the wizarding world could be in for some very dark times. That left only one option, to send letters to these four students and offer them places at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore looked at the papers and nodded his head, that's what he would do. ....
Nami Edana started at her ceiling from her bed. 'Up,' she thought to herself, 'time to get up. Now.' She groaned and rolled over, 'Five more minutes.'
//No,// came a voice from the back of Nami's mind, //up now. You have to go to work.//
Nami groaned again in protest, but knowing that the voice in the back of her mind was right, she flopped out of bed and began to get ready for work.
It was still dark outside when Nami finished her morning routine, the morning squabble about getting out of bed, breakfast, shower and finish off with grooming. Nami looked at the clock on the stove, it said 6:14 am.
/See, look I could have laid in bed for another fifteen or twenty minutes!/ Nami declared to the voice.
//It's funny how just five more minutes can turn into ten more minutes and then twenty more minutes with you, and then all of a sudden your late,// Nami received a mental image of Kaya, shaking her head with a smirk on her face.
Nami went back into her bedroom to grab her backpack and she paused in front of the full-length mirror. She stood there and studied herself. She was of average height, but had a small build. Her long dark hair was tied into two long braids, to keep it away from her face. Her sad green eyes studied the image in the mirror where she stood alone.
But she wasn't really alone, she was never alone. She hadn't been alone in over a year, not that Nami was complaining. Nami's mother had died when Nami was a baby, and Nami's father had just brought her along on all of his archaeological digs with him, hiring a tutor who was responsible for her education. So never having gone to school and never staying in one place for very long, Nami never had any friends. She was happy to have just one, even if only Nami could see or hear her. The necklace her father had given her and the spirit inside it was the best thing that ever happened to Nami.
The stove now read 6:30 am and Nami quickly scribbled a note to Nathaniel saying that she had left for the museum where she worked. Quietly she opened the front door and left shutting it behind her.
Sorry about the short chapters...i'm working on that..so R&R, but remember, be gentle, I'm still new at this...
Thank you to:
Curtis Zidane Ziraa nope, she isn't evil.although that would be interesting
Anime Lover()
Target Zero and of course Misuto, could forget you! ^_^ and thanks for the HP3 trailer
Thanks for reviewing.you really make my day ^_^ I wish all of those worrying about exams good luck! cos we can all use a little..*looks at clock* ah.must sleep!
right so I don't own YGO or HP..if I did I wouldn't have to worry about these stupid exams now would i...*sigh* that would be nice now wouldn't it
chapter 3....enjoy, but don't forget to review!
Harry Potter stood in his aunt and uncle's kitchen. It was only 8:30 in the morning, but he couldn't wait to get the day started. Today his best friend Ron was coming to pick him up so Harry could spend the remaining month of the summer holiday at his house. Two more hours and then freedom.
Harry hated staying at his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house. They ignored him all the time and made him stay inside the house all day, so he wouldn't talk to the neighbours. Harry felt he really shouldn't complain, this was much better than before. Before the Dursley's found out about Harry's godfather, who happened to be a wanted murder (Harry failed to mention that Sirius didn't actually commit the crime), before that life was unbearable. Now at least it wasn't completely bad.
"Are those freak friends of yours coming today?" Uncle Vernon barked as he walked into the kitchen.
Harry bit his tongue at the remark and answered as politely as he could, "Yes they are."
Uncle Vernon snorted, "Well I hope they have the decency to show up on time, and I might add that they better be driving this time, I wont stand for them coming into our house like that ever again." Uncle Vernon began to read his paper and Aunt Petunia entered the kitchen.
Harry knew what Uncle Vernon was talking about. The last time Ron Weasley had come to pick Harry up he, his dad and his twin brothers had come by Floo Powder. It was a disaster to say the least; they ended up having to blow up the Dursley's electric fireplace to get out of the wall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had not been impressed in any way shape or form.
It was now 9 o'clock and Aunt Petunia had breakfast on the go, and Dudley, Harry's incredibly fat cousin, had now joined the rest of the family in the kitchen. He sat as far away as possible from Harry, as though Harry had some kind of contagious rash. Dudley now had two bad run ins with wizards and was quite traumatized, the first time he emerged with a pig's tail and the second time an enlarged purple tongue. Dudley didn't care much for wizards. The mental picture of both incidents still brought tears of laughter to Harry's eyes.
"I don't know how they are coming," Harry told his relatives truthfully. He really didn't know, Floo Powder was out of the question and the Weasley's car was still roaming around the Forbidden Forest, that didn't leave may options. Uncle Vernon merely snorted in reply.
Ten o'clock came and went and the time began to tick by so slowly Harry swore that the clock might actually be going backwards. To pass the time Harry went up to his bedroom and triple checked if he had left anything behind. He looked in all of his drawers, the closet and where he hid his schoolbooks, nothing. Harry looked around the room and decided that he was ready to leave 4 Privet Drive until next summer.
Finally 10:30 came and went, Harry hadn't expected the Weasley's to be on time. Finally at about 10:56 there was a knock at the door. Harry jumped out of his seat in the kitchen and ran full stride to answer the door. He flung it open and there stood Ron Weasley and his father.
"Hello Harry," smiled Mr Weasley cheerfully, "ready to go?"
"Hiya Harry, sorry we're late, had a bit of trouble finding the place," Ron smiled at Harry.
"Well, then lets go," Harry stepped out the front door, "see you next summer," he called to his aunt and uncle. Harry closed the front door, picked up and trunk and looked to Mr Weasley. "How did you get here?"
"Ah, yes, well seeing how we no longer have a car, I borrowed one from a friend from work," Mr Weasley pointed to a black car parked in front of the Dursley's house.
Ron looked at Harry knowing what was on his mind, "Its completely muggle, you wouldn't believe how excited Dad got when he found out," Ron rolled his eyes and Harry smiled. This was the start to the best month ever. ....
Dumbledore sat at his desk looking over the new class schedule, when there was a sudden knock at his door.
"Enter," Dumbledore waved for the figure at his door to sit down.
"Dumbledore, I know what they're looking for," the man stated as he plopped into the chair, "something called the Millennium Items in Egypt."
"Does Voldemort know where the items are?" Dumbledore inquired remaining calm.
"Well, I asked around the Death Eaters and no one knows," the man scratched his head, "so I asked around the market place, you know just random jewellers to see if they had seen any of them. No one had."
Dumbledore sensed that there was more and so he arched an eyebrow and motioned for the informant to continue.
"Well, then some strange lady pulled me aside and asked why I wanted to know about the Millennium Items. I told her that some people were looking for them, evil people. She said that the items do exist, and that she is trying very hard to keep them just figments of legend, and something about they had all already found their destined owners, what ever the hell that means." The man paused before continuing, "That's pretty much all I could get out of her."
Dumbledore thought about this information for a minute, then looked up at the man, "Thank you for your help," Dumbledore stood and shook the nameless man's hand, "we should not meet again for a very long time, so I wish you luck in the future." And with that the man left Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore sat deep in thought for a while; he looked at the papers on his desk, under the scheduling problems. He had discovered four teenagers with a tremendous amount of power, a dangerous amount of power for untrained wizards. These were dangerous times, if Voldemort got his hands on this kind of power, the wizarding world could be in for some very dark times. That left only one option, to send letters to these four students and offer them places at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore looked at the papers and nodded his head, that's what he would do. ....
Nami Edana started at her ceiling from her bed. 'Up,' she thought to herself, 'time to get up. Now.' She groaned and rolled over, 'Five more minutes.'
//No,// came a voice from the back of Nami's mind, //up now. You have to go to work.//
Nami groaned again in protest, but knowing that the voice in the back of her mind was right, she flopped out of bed and began to get ready for work.
It was still dark outside when Nami finished her morning routine, the morning squabble about getting out of bed, breakfast, shower and finish off with grooming. Nami looked at the clock on the stove, it said 6:14 am.
/See, look I could have laid in bed for another fifteen or twenty minutes!/ Nami declared to the voice.
//It's funny how just five more minutes can turn into ten more minutes and then twenty more minutes with you, and then all of a sudden your late,// Nami received a mental image of Kaya, shaking her head with a smirk on her face.
Nami went back into her bedroom to grab her backpack and she paused in front of the full-length mirror. She stood there and studied herself. She was of average height, but had a small build. Her long dark hair was tied into two long braids, to keep it away from her face. Her sad green eyes studied the image in the mirror where she stood alone.
But she wasn't really alone, she was never alone. She hadn't been alone in over a year, not that Nami was complaining. Nami's mother had died when Nami was a baby, and Nami's father had just brought her along on all of his archaeological digs with him, hiring a tutor who was responsible for her education. So never having gone to school and never staying in one place for very long, Nami never had any friends. She was happy to have just one, even if only Nami could see or hear her. The necklace her father had given her and the spirit inside it was the best thing that ever happened to Nami.
The stove now read 6:30 am and Nami quickly scribbled a note to Nathaniel saying that she had left for the museum where she worked. Quietly she opened the front door and left shutting it behind her.
Sorry about the short chapters...i'm working on that..so R&R, but remember, be gentle, I'm still new at this...
Thank you to:
Curtis Zidane Ziraa nope, she isn't evil.although that would be interesting
Anime Lover()
Target Zero and of course Misuto, could forget you! ^_^ and thanks for the HP3 trailer
Thanks for reviewing.you really make my day ^_^ I wish all of those worrying about exams good luck! cos we can all use a little..*looks at clock* ah.must sleep!