Title: A Harry Potters' Christmas Carol.
Author: Ginny612
Date: 12/1/03
Summary: An new twist on an old familiar tale.
Author's note: Okay, I know there are like a million of these out there. Okay, well last time I checked there was 25. But anyways, there are a lot out there, so this is my make of "A Christmas Carol"
Disclaimer: As always, this never changes, not mine, getting no money.
Make sure you read my disclaimer in the previous chapter first!! :o)
~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~
The year is 1843 as we start this story out on the old streets of London. It's the day before Christmas, and there are people in the streets going into shops and buying last minute Christmas presents. The women are buying much needed food for their feasts the following day, and the children cling to their mothers' skirts with large smiles on their faces, for they know what the following day will bring.
We pass many small shops on the street with the cart owners trying to sell their things when suddenly we come to a little cart where two unsuspecting twin boys are selling Christmas candy.
One boy holds up a bag of candy and yells, "Christmas candy! Get your Christmas candy here!"
"Fool your friends, your family, hell, even people you don't know!" the other boy says, eats a piece of candy, and it explodes in his face. "Oops, wrong one."
"Fred, will you stop wasting them?"
"It brings about a sense of scarcity!" He turned his head and realized that they weren't alone. "Uh, bro, we have company."
The other looks to where the other is looking and indeed does see people. "Oh. Well, hello!" He clears his throat and says, "Welcome to 'A Harry Potter Christmas Carol'. I am here to tell the story."
"And I am here to..." He stops and turns to his brother. "Why exactly am I here?"
"Uh... to keep me out of trouble?" The first brother adds under his breath, "Or to cause it, but whatever." He turns back to the reader and says, "Anyways, my name is Charles Dickens."
"And my name is Fred Weasley. Hey wait a second! You're not Charles Dickens."
"Yes I am."
"A red head with a TWIN!?"
George shrugs and says, "Sure, why not!"
"Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist; a genius!"
"Thanks, mate."
"Exactly my point." Fred sighs and says, "Why should I even believe you when I know that you're really not him?"
"Because I know the story of 'A Christmas Carol' like the back of my hand."
"Prove it!"
George sticks his hand out, looks away, and says, "Well, there's a scar on my hand from the time we played that prank on Snape in our third year."
"Oh, yeah, that was bloody brilliant!"
"And there's a mole on my middle finger..."
"No, no, no. Don't tell us the back of your hand! Tell us the story!"
"Oh yes, right, right." He clears his throat and deepens his voice, "Zabini was dead to begin with."
"Zabini was dead? What kind of beginning is that? Do you want to scare the little kiddies away?"
George sighs and says, "It's not scary, it's just an eye catcher for the first paragraph. You know. It's not scary!"
"Well, then... I guess you got the eye catcher thing going. So, good job, Mr. Dickens!" Fred says in a sarcastic tone.
"Thanks. So where was I? Oh, yes, Zabini was dead to begin with."
"Um... isn't it supposed to be Marley?"
"Shut up!" George starts again, "Zabini was dead to begin with; dead as a doornail."
"How can a doornail be dead? It doesn't have a life to begin with!"
George grabs an apple off a moving sales cart as it goes by them and stuffs it in Fred's mouth. Fred takes the apple out of his mouth and starts to eat it.
"In life he was partners with a shrewd money lender named Draco Malfoy."
"Ebenezer Scrooge," Fred says at the same time. When he realizes they said two different names he says, "What? What kind of Christmas Carol is this?"
George sighs, puts the apple back into Fred's mouth, and says, "It's a 'Harry Potter Christmas Carol'!" He continues with his tale, "His name again is Draco Malfoy. You'll be meeting his character as he rounds the corner."
"Where?" Fred asks.
"There." George points.
"When?"
"Now!"
Right as he says it, Draco Malfoy turns the corner. He is a young man of about 25. He is a tall, pale man with a pointed nose, who has a cold disposition. He has no expression on his face; just the mere presence of him sends chills up your spine. People automatically walk out of his way. He wears a black cloak, a top hat, and walks with a cane.
"Isn't he supposed to be old?" asks Fred. George elbows his brother in the stomach. "Okay, okay! I'll keep my comments to myself!"
To be continued...
This was basically just an introduction to my story. Hope you guys got a little laugh out of this! I'm hoping for a very soon second chapter, but as the semester grows near homework and tests are piling up. So, I'm going to try really hard! Hope you guys enjoyed!
Author: Ginny612
Date: 12/1/03
Summary: An new twist on an old familiar tale.
Author's note: Okay, I know there are like a million of these out there. Okay, well last time I checked there was 25. But anyways, there are a lot out there, so this is my make of "A Christmas Carol"
Disclaimer: As always, this never changes, not mine, getting no money.
Make sure you read my disclaimer in the previous chapter first!! :o)
~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~
The year is 1843 as we start this story out on the old streets of London. It's the day before Christmas, and there are people in the streets going into shops and buying last minute Christmas presents. The women are buying much needed food for their feasts the following day, and the children cling to their mothers' skirts with large smiles on their faces, for they know what the following day will bring.
We pass many small shops on the street with the cart owners trying to sell their things when suddenly we come to a little cart where two unsuspecting twin boys are selling Christmas candy.
One boy holds up a bag of candy and yells, "Christmas candy! Get your Christmas candy here!"
"Fool your friends, your family, hell, even people you don't know!" the other boy says, eats a piece of candy, and it explodes in his face. "Oops, wrong one."
"Fred, will you stop wasting them?"
"It brings about a sense of scarcity!" He turned his head and realized that they weren't alone. "Uh, bro, we have company."
The other looks to where the other is looking and indeed does see people. "Oh. Well, hello!" He clears his throat and says, "Welcome to 'A Harry Potter Christmas Carol'. I am here to tell the story."
"And I am here to..." He stops and turns to his brother. "Why exactly am I here?"
"Uh... to keep me out of trouble?" The first brother adds under his breath, "Or to cause it, but whatever." He turns back to the reader and says, "Anyways, my name is Charles Dickens."
"And my name is Fred Weasley. Hey wait a second! You're not Charles Dickens."
"Yes I am."
"A red head with a TWIN!?"
George shrugs and says, "Sure, why not!"
"Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist; a genius!"
"Thanks, mate."
"Exactly my point." Fred sighs and says, "Why should I even believe you when I know that you're really not him?"
"Because I know the story of 'A Christmas Carol' like the back of my hand."
"Prove it!"
George sticks his hand out, looks away, and says, "Well, there's a scar on my hand from the time we played that prank on Snape in our third year."
"Oh, yeah, that was bloody brilliant!"
"And there's a mole on my middle finger..."
"No, no, no. Don't tell us the back of your hand! Tell us the story!"
"Oh yes, right, right." He clears his throat and deepens his voice, "Zabini was dead to begin with."
"Zabini was dead? What kind of beginning is that? Do you want to scare the little kiddies away?"
George sighs and says, "It's not scary, it's just an eye catcher for the first paragraph. You know. It's not scary!"
"Well, then... I guess you got the eye catcher thing going. So, good job, Mr. Dickens!" Fred says in a sarcastic tone.
"Thanks. So where was I? Oh, yes, Zabini was dead to begin with."
"Um... isn't it supposed to be Marley?"
"Shut up!" George starts again, "Zabini was dead to begin with; dead as a doornail."
"How can a doornail be dead? It doesn't have a life to begin with!"
George grabs an apple off a moving sales cart as it goes by them and stuffs it in Fred's mouth. Fred takes the apple out of his mouth and starts to eat it.
"In life he was partners with a shrewd money lender named Draco Malfoy."
"Ebenezer Scrooge," Fred says at the same time. When he realizes they said two different names he says, "What? What kind of Christmas Carol is this?"
George sighs, puts the apple back into Fred's mouth, and says, "It's a 'Harry Potter Christmas Carol'!" He continues with his tale, "His name again is Draco Malfoy. You'll be meeting his character as he rounds the corner."
"Where?" Fred asks.
"There." George points.
"When?"
"Now!"
Right as he says it, Draco Malfoy turns the corner. He is a young man of about 25. He is a tall, pale man with a pointed nose, who has a cold disposition. He has no expression on his face; just the mere presence of him sends chills up your spine. People automatically walk out of his way. He wears a black cloak, a top hat, and walks with a cane.
"Isn't he supposed to be old?" asks Fred. George elbows his brother in the stomach. "Okay, okay! I'll keep my comments to myself!"
To be continued...
This was basically just an introduction to my story. Hope you guys got a little laugh out of this! I'm hoping for a very soon second chapter, but as the semester grows near homework and tests are piling up. So, I'm going to try really hard! Hope you guys enjoyed!
