Ok time for chappie 2!
Thanks for the review Sarya-san and yeah, I'm a girl. Lol
Disclaimer: ...and filch can have his chains back too....I guess...But the humped Back Goblin is Mine, as is The Hag Lady!
Harry stood up as the Knight bus screeched to a sudden stop outside the Leaky Cauldron. Stan tossed his luggage on the curb and Ernie gave him an unsettlingly knowing smile as he exited the vehicle. Harry pulled his hood over his head and walked into the dimly lit bar.
Hooded figures and remarkably ugly women sat at tables and Drank from flagons that contained liquid that may or may not have been approved by the Food and Drug administration (A/n don't own it!) Harry briefly wondered if the magic world even had an FDA while he spotted Tom, the innkeeper arguing with what looked like a humped back goblin standing on a stool.
"Lookit' sir, I ave' everything in order don't worry, yer bloody reunion will not be interrupted by the Poltergeist Vandalism Management meeting-"
"My great-great-aunt Terhoozle will be here from Yugoslavia and if anything goes wrong you will be held responsible!" With that the tiny Goblin hopped of the barstool and stormed off.
"All I wanted to know is if he wanted the bloody Buffalo wings special." The thin man grumbled as he grabbed a foul-smelling rag and started scrubbing the counter. Harry had been inching progressively closer to the bar top (there was a haggish looking female eyeing him in way that made him feel distinctly victimized) and was waited for Tom to stop grumbling so he could speak.
"Err-" Harry began. "What do you want?!" Tom snapped in exasperation. Harry flinched slightly at his demeanor and muttered "One room for the night please." He kept his voice low and whispery, hoping that Tom wouldn't recognize him; he didn't know how well the old inn keeper knew Dumbledore and didn't wish to find out. Luckily Tom was in a foul enough mood to not notice anything familiar about his diminutive customer. "What? Oh, Fine, Third room on the left, One night eh? Very well, keep the noise to a minimum." He absently pushed a set of room keys into Harry's hands and stalked off.
Not quite believing his luck Harry rushed off to his room-looking back only once to see the Hag Lady slumping her shoulders quite dejectedly. Harry resolved to double check the lock on his door before he went to bed.
The first thing Harry did when he entered his room was sit down at the desk near his window. After he greeted the mirror ("Fix your hair love" "Shut up!!") he pulled out a piece of parchment and quill and sat there, chewing on the end.
'The first thing I'll need,' He thought 'Is money.' Harry knew that the wizarding Bank Gringotts exchanged muggle money for wizards money, but did they do it they other way around? Harry decided to go there in the morning and find out. Maybe while he was there they could tell him why he wanted muggle money. "You're not really helping me" he told his subconscious aloud, and then he grinned. 'Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.' Responded the little voice in his head.
Harry caught sight of his face in the mirror and stopped smiling. At 16 he had a pointed pale face, bright green eyes, and of course, that lightning bolt scar in the center of his forehead. Anyone from the Wizarding world can recognize him.
'Ok, so number one is money' He scribbled out on his list.
An hour later Harry had a lengthy list detailing the things he would need. Setting down his quill he changed into his Pajamas and crawled into bed. Turning out the lamp and throwing a pair of rolled up socks at his mirror ("really!" it exclaimed) he fell asleep feeling better than he had in ages.
Ooooh.....2nd chapter's done, YaY me! Sorry it's so short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer (actually, I don't have choice in the matter...lol).
Things to look for in Chappie #3!
What is on Harry's List? More swearing on Harry's Part! And Creepy next-door Neighbors!
Thanks for reading and don't forget to r&r.
Thanks for the review Sarya-san and yeah, I'm a girl. Lol
Disclaimer: ...and filch can have his chains back too....I guess...But the humped Back Goblin is Mine, as is The Hag Lady!
Harry stood up as the Knight bus screeched to a sudden stop outside the Leaky Cauldron. Stan tossed his luggage on the curb and Ernie gave him an unsettlingly knowing smile as he exited the vehicle. Harry pulled his hood over his head and walked into the dimly lit bar.
Hooded figures and remarkably ugly women sat at tables and Drank from flagons that contained liquid that may or may not have been approved by the Food and Drug administration (A/n don't own it!) Harry briefly wondered if the magic world even had an FDA while he spotted Tom, the innkeeper arguing with what looked like a humped back goblin standing on a stool.
"Lookit' sir, I ave' everything in order don't worry, yer bloody reunion will not be interrupted by the Poltergeist Vandalism Management meeting-"
"My great-great-aunt Terhoozle will be here from Yugoslavia and if anything goes wrong you will be held responsible!" With that the tiny Goblin hopped of the barstool and stormed off.
"All I wanted to know is if he wanted the bloody Buffalo wings special." The thin man grumbled as he grabbed a foul-smelling rag and started scrubbing the counter. Harry had been inching progressively closer to the bar top (there was a haggish looking female eyeing him in way that made him feel distinctly victimized) and was waited for Tom to stop grumbling so he could speak.
"Err-" Harry began. "What do you want?!" Tom snapped in exasperation. Harry flinched slightly at his demeanor and muttered "One room for the night please." He kept his voice low and whispery, hoping that Tom wouldn't recognize him; he didn't know how well the old inn keeper knew Dumbledore and didn't wish to find out. Luckily Tom was in a foul enough mood to not notice anything familiar about his diminutive customer. "What? Oh, Fine, Third room on the left, One night eh? Very well, keep the noise to a minimum." He absently pushed a set of room keys into Harry's hands and stalked off.
Not quite believing his luck Harry rushed off to his room-looking back only once to see the Hag Lady slumping her shoulders quite dejectedly. Harry resolved to double check the lock on his door before he went to bed.
The first thing Harry did when he entered his room was sit down at the desk near his window. After he greeted the mirror ("Fix your hair love" "Shut up!!") he pulled out a piece of parchment and quill and sat there, chewing on the end.
'The first thing I'll need,' He thought 'Is money.' Harry knew that the wizarding Bank Gringotts exchanged muggle money for wizards money, but did they do it they other way around? Harry decided to go there in the morning and find out. Maybe while he was there they could tell him why he wanted muggle money. "You're not really helping me" he told his subconscious aloud, and then he grinned. 'Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.' Responded the little voice in his head.
Harry caught sight of his face in the mirror and stopped smiling. At 16 he had a pointed pale face, bright green eyes, and of course, that lightning bolt scar in the center of his forehead. Anyone from the Wizarding world can recognize him.
'Ok, so number one is money' He scribbled out on his list.
An hour later Harry had a lengthy list detailing the things he would need. Setting down his quill he changed into his Pajamas and crawled into bed. Turning out the lamp and throwing a pair of rolled up socks at his mirror ("really!" it exclaimed) he fell asleep feeling better than he had in ages.
Ooooh.....2nd chapter's done, YaY me! Sorry it's so short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer (actually, I don't have choice in the matter...lol).
Things to look for in Chappie #3!
What is on Harry's List? More swearing on Harry's Part! And Creepy next-door Neighbors!
Thanks for reading and don't forget to r&r.