Author's Note: I open the review alerts in my email and what do I see? The people have spoken, and they want longer chapters. So, I'm gonna try to make them longer – be warned, some of it may seem too drawn out, as I too hate the evil, evil cliffhangers…! Crowd of angry lawyers enters room, glaring at me
Umm… here's the chapter – I DON'T OWN IT, ALL RIGHT! I'M SORRY ABOUT THE FILES! ducks several pencils, ledgers, and staplers
"talking"
"thinking"
When Elliot came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was in someone's bedroom who obviously didn't care about messes; he could easily identify with this as he himself was not a neat freak – and then it hit him… he was in some stranger's room when he was only a few seconds before in his own reading over a book about wizards and "Defense Against the Dark Arts"…
"That's the last time I try anything exotic the cafeteria makes… I must be hallucinating..."
As he looked around, Elliot couldn't help felling a creepy sense of deja-voo… obviously his hallucination was taking place somewhere in modern England… one look out the window confirmed it – no suburb in America could look this alike – a shiver ran down Elliot's spine at just precisely how exactly alike each house looked….
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From the moment he had brought the stranger from the sky inside, Harry knew he was in deep trouble with his aunt and uncle; after all, the events that had happened were definitely in the "strange" column – not only did some complete stranger fall out of the sky, there was no kind of object, magical or muggle, that explained the weird event.
Add to that the facts that Harry had stopped doing the barbarian chores his uncle had set in order to help said stranger (as well as the fact that the entire event was quite obviously either related to magic or just plain weird) and you get a ticking timebomb ready to explode named Vernon Dursley.
As these thoughts were racing through his mind, Harry quickly reviewed the letter he was writing to Dumbledore; since the Dursleys saw what he was writing – and possibly to whom he might be writing – they allowed him all the privacy he wanted in their living room – although one could obviously tell by the nice shade of peuce on Uncle Vernon's face that he was desperately wanting to say something against it.
Dear Prof. Dumbledore
Everything here is good; the Dursleys are treating well. Something strange happened earlier today while outside enjoying the weather – I heard a loud crack behind me and thought some death eaters had finally found where I live when out of nowhere this strange person fell right out of the sky! I don't know what happened – I was wondering if you could send me some advice.
See youin September
Harry
As he was finishing the letter Harry heard a loud crash emanating from his room and metally cringed – "Great, he's up and about…"
A/N: That seems like a good spot to leave this; many apologies for the lateness of posting this; damnable writer's block… mutters darkly Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers and hope you liked this. someone taps on my shoulder
Whips around with wand pointing at persn Crucio! lawyer falls to the floor OooOPS! Uh-oh… time to go!