The TOTALLY Backwards Day in Hogwarts RETURNS!!
Chapter Three: The Dursleys
So like I said, Harry wanted to run back up. He sat down at the table and tried not to talk to anyone.
The mail came in. Harry got this *HUGE* package. He ripped it open. Inside was lots of wizard money, a new broom, (top-of-the-line, of course), new spellbooks, new robes, and lots of packing peanuts! Poor Hedwig almost died trying to get it to Hogwarts. Aaaand, WHO was this from?
The Kind and Loving and Caring Dursleys!
Inside was a letter telling him how much they missed him and blah blah blah. There was also a photograph.
Dudley was most opposite of them all. Dudley is now a she. She (named Danielle) was short and skinny as a stick with long black hair that draped over her back and fell down to the backs of her knees. She was very pretty. His Aunt Petunia resembled his Aunt Marge in nearly every way, except for the fact that her hair was black as well. His Uncle Vernon had blonde hair and was skinny. Harry couldn't believe it. In the photograph, they were all smiling at him. They had even somehow developed it in a potion, because it was moving!
Harry started to put all of the things back in the box when he heard a voice from behind him.
"Oooh!" the voice squealed. "Oooh, Harry, can I see?! Huh?!"
Harry turned around. It was.. Ron?
"Oooh!" Ron squealed.
Ron was wearing girls' robes and he let his hair grow, which he put into pigtails.
"Er, OK," Harry said, handing Ron the package.
"Oooh, thanks, Harry!" Ron grabbed the package and analyzed everything down to every last packing peanut in the box, then thrust it into Harry's arms and skipped away.
Harry knew that the last time everyone had gone haywire, the food tasted awful. He tasted a bit of it and promptly spit it out onto his plate. It was horrible.
Harry, as new Quidditch captain after Wood left, got news of 2 quittings on the Gryfindor Quidditch team and 2 new entries. Who quit? Fred and George. One entry was from Hermione, and one was from Neville.
As much as he hated to, he had to ask the quitters why they quit. It was rules. He went over to Fred (tall and skinny, as in the last fic) and George (short and pudgy, also as in the last fic). They were surrounded by books and Muggle laptops.
"Fred? George?" Harry began.
"Yes?" they both answered, not looking up from their work.
"Er-- why did you quit the Quidditch team?"
"We've just lost the fun in it," said Fred.
"We would rather sit in the stands and enjoy working on out laptops and watching the game at the same time," said George.
"You can't be hitting some silly black balls around while working on a laptop," said Fred, laughing. "George tried it once. Never forgave himself."
"I dropped it," George confessed. "But no more. We quit."
"Er, whatever," said Harry. He went on to Hermione to ask her if the position of Beater is OK with her. It was also one of the rules.
He looked around for her but couldn't find her. Finally, he spotted a girl at the Gryfindor table with short straight blonde hair. He went up to her.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"What is this... 'Hermoiney' you speak of?" the blonde girl asked. (Author's Note: THIS DOES NOT IMPLY THAT BLONDES ARE DUMB so in the reviews, don't complain. I just figure that lemonadish-blonde is opposite of mousy-brown. OK?)
"It is a name," Harry said, automatically knowing that this must be Hermione. "It is your name."
"Hermoiney," the girl said dreamily. "That's such a pretty name. I wish it were mine."
Harry slapped his forehead and walked away.
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CLIFFHANGER! I crave reviews. FLOSS OFTEN!
Chapter Three: The Dursleys
So like I said, Harry wanted to run back up. He sat down at the table and tried not to talk to anyone.
The mail came in. Harry got this *HUGE* package. He ripped it open. Inside was lots of wizard money, a new broom, (top-of-the-line, of course), new spellbooks, new robes, and lots of packing peanuts! Poor Hedwig almost died trying to get it to Hogwarts. Aaaand, WHO was this from?
The Kind and Loving and Caring Dursleys!
Inside was a letter telling him how much they missed him and blah blah blah. There was also a photograph.
Dudley was most opposite of them all. Dudley is now a she. She (named Danielle) was short and skinny as a stick with long black hair that draped over her back and fell down to the backs of her knees. She was very pretty. His Aunt Petunia resembled his Aunt Marge in nearly every way, except for the fact that her hair was black as well. His Uncle Vernon had blonde hair and was skinny. Harry couldn't believe it. In the photograph, they were all smiling at him. They had even somehow developed it in a potion, because it was moving!
Harry started to put all of the things back in the box when he heard a voice from behind him.
"Oooh!" the voice squealed. "Oooh, Harry, can I see?! Huh?!"
Harry turned around. It was.. Ron?
"Oooh!" Ron squealed.
Ron was wearing girls' robes and he let his hair grow, which he put into pigtails.
"Er, OK," Harry said, handing Ron the package.
"Oooh, thanks, Harry!" Ron grabbed the package and analyzed everything down to every last packing peanut in the box, then thrust it into Harry's arms and skipped away.
Harry knew that the last time everyone had gone haywire, the food tasted awful. He tasted a bit of it and promptly spit it out onto his plate. It was horrible.
Harry, as new Quidditch captain after Wood left, got news of 2 quittings on the Gryfindor Quidditch team and 2 new entries. Who quit? Fred and George. One entry was from Hermione, and one was from Neville.
As much as he hated to, he had to ask the quitters why they quit. It was rules. He went over to Fred (tall and skinny, as in the last fic) and George (short and pudgy, also as in the last fic). They were surrounded by books and Muggle laptops.
"Fred? George?" Harry began.
"Yes?" they both answered, not looking up from their work.
"Er-- why did you quit the Quidditch team?"
"We've just lost the fun in it," said Fred.
"We would rather sit in the stands and enjoy working on out laptops and watching the game at the same time," said George.
"You can't be hitting some silly black balls around while working on a laptop," said Fred, laughing. "George tried it once. Never forgave himself."
"I dropped it," George confessed. "But no more. We quit."
"Er, whatever," said Harry. He went on to Hermione to ask her if the position of Beater is OK with her. It was also one of the rules.
He looked around for her but couldn't find her. Finally, he spotted a girl at the Gryfindor table with short straight blonde hair. He went up to her.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"What is this... 'Hermoiney' you speak of?" the blonde girl asked. (Author's Note: THIS DOES NOT IMPLY THAT BLONDES ARE DUMB so in the reviews, don't complain. I just figure that lemonadish-blonde is opposite of mousy-brown. OK?)
"It is a name," Harry said, automatically knowing that this must be Hermione. "It is your name."
"Hermoiney," the girl said dreamily. "That's such a pretty name. I wish it were mine."
Harry slapped his forehead and walked away.
*****
CLIFFHANGER! I crave reviews. FLOSS OFTEN!