So? When are you guys getting back together!?
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Disclaimer – See Chapter One (Red Lightning).
READ MY BABBLE! Thank You!
Author's Babble – hi? I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING! I had exams and I had to study like a good girl! Lol! Gosh, damn those teachers who go on and on about having the ability to work and how you can do this and that… and blah blah blah. After a while, you begin to hear the length of the speech if you know what I mean! But thank GOD I decided not to do Physics! But that don't stop them from giving me 2 forms of mathematics, groan.
I will can to thank hp-Lover-4-Ever, BattleWiz88, jazzax93, hrypotrox72 and Kates Master for reviewing!
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No flames. Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated, and please review and tell me how I can improve my writing and if I should continue this story.
And the translation for the French used in this chapter can be found at the ending of the chapter…there is a lot of French in this chapter, so you may want to read the translations first.
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Dedicated to
All the dog lovers out there!
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Chapter 6.
Surprising and Planning
Surprises are supposed to be something enjoyable, right?
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And
I know that sometime
When the weather is fine
I will be with
you
I'll be with you
No one can see
What the future will
be
But I'll feel for you
I'll feel for you
Thirsty Merc – When the Weather is Fine
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Operation 'Sneak in Padfoot into Privet Drive before the Dursleys notice and kick both Padfoot and Harry to the curb' was completed. Operation Munchies was on the way.
To be completely honest, Harry and Padfoot were starving. Padfoot especially, since he gave Harry a 'Thank You' gift for allowing him into his life. The thank you gift being a pile of shit.
Literally.
Gratitude was a right bite on the ass and a hard one at it.
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However, at the Burrow, another plan was trying, well, to be planned.
"Well, you could try…oh zut! Quel est le mot en l'anglais, Fluer? Quand la femme prends à se faire obéir de…bof…'le jeu'? (1)" Gabi asked with a mischievous smile.
Fleur, Gabi and Ginny were currently relaxing in the kitchen, or "La Cuisine", in French. Now, these ladies were on a mission. A mission based on how Ginny could make Harry realise that no matter what she would always have feelings for him and would always be there for him…no matter what.
And during the planning, Fleur and Gabi had taken to teaching Ginny basic French words…and they promised if she worked hard they would teach her some more 'colourful' words, if you know what I mean…if you don't, well, it's a good a time to start learning.
"Ah, oui. Je sais le mot. C'est le verbe (2) 'To seduce'," Fleur replied with a smirk.
"WHAT!" Ginny shouted. She was no expert in speaking le français(3), but she damn well knew what 'To seduce' meant. "Well, I am sorry, mes amies (4), but I'm no seductress!" Ginny said angrily, but the furious blush that suddenly appeared on her face betrayed her true feelings, and she slapped Gabi on the arm.
"Pourquoi avez-vous fait ça ? Et quelle est fausse avec(5) Being a seductress? Tu a les seins pour la. (6)" Gabi said, smiled innocently up at Ginny. Gabi only spoke French around Ginny when she was trying to hide something.
"Fleur! Did Gabi say something bad about me in French?"
"Of cous not, Geeny. She was seemply payin' you un compliment," Fleur replied with a smile, "and 'ow does seduction 'elp "la petite rouge" Fleur continued, with raised eyebrows.
Gabi shrugged, and Ginny smiled slightly at her new nickname. Being the youngest of the family she had all kinds of nicknames, but la petite rouge was far the most creative, meaning the 'little red'. Yeah, it English it sounded lame and stupid, but in French…it sounded way better.
"Je ne sais pas…I don't know, but eet was a gud idea, and I'm sure Geenny would not mind playin' that role seeing tat she 'ad a crush on Monsieur Potter since you were eleven!" Gabi shouted the last part.
"Hey! That's no fair!" Ginny shouted, pelting Gabi with a strawberry muffin thtat smacked her exactly in the forehead.
"Tu vas mourir la petite rouge!(7)"
And thus was the beginning of a large food fight that even the well-mannered Fleur Delacour participated in, and also won by a landslide…her being able to use magic of course.
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Little Padfoot was a smart dog (in a manner of speaking), and it was very obvious that his new master, Harry, was kinda stupid. He was hungry and Padfoot was hungry, so the obvious solution was to get something to eat.
Obviously.
But little Padfoot failed to understand that things were different in civilized surroundings then on the streets.
The main difference? It bought a whole new meaning to the term 'Survival of the Fittest'. But there are the times when we are granted small mercies, and Harry, being a bit slow on the uptake, took some time to appreciated them.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
"Bark?"
"Why am I still standing here?"
"Woof bark bark woof!" – translated to 'Because you're an idiot!'
"The Dursley are too busy with Dudley and his girlfriend to bother me!"
"Woof!" – translated to 'It thinks!'
"Damn! I'm so hungry I'm talking to a dog!"
Padfoot whimpered, and placed a paw on his head.
And this, yet again, displays how dense teenage boys are and that dogs are the superior beings in this world.
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After much debate, Harry finally realized that he could simply walk into the kitchen and take some food, seeing that the Dursleys don't give a damn about Harry. Well, now, with Dudley's girlfriend.
Harry was just going to take the heap out the door and not out the window as Padfoot hoped when…
"BOY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE! WE'VE GOT A SPECIAL GUEST HERE VISITING!"
Harry sighed.
"Sorry, Padfoot. This may take a while," Harry groaned, collapsing on the bed.
Padfoot jumped on Harry's chest and began licking his face, as if to say 'it's alright, cause if you don't go, the two of us will have nowhere to sleep, and I don't know about you, but I could manage."
Harry sighed again and gently pushed Padfoot off him and dragged himself down to 'greet the beloved guest'.
Padfoot, however, made himself comfortable on Harry's unmade bed, and took a well deserved nap.
Come on! Being sarcastic is a lot of hard work, the author of this fic knows from experience.
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"Ah, fuck!" Harry muttered. He could not believe this was happening to him. The world was out to kill him! He was going to die a virgin! The shame! The embarrassment! The Daily Prophet would have a field day! The headline – 'The Wizard World Hero, Dies a Virgin! How it happened. Page 2'.
Marjorie Dursley, or Aunt Marge, was staying with the Dursleys to meet her 'Ickle Dudders'' girlfriend and to kill the Wizarding World's hero, Harry Potter'!
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Dear Ron,
HELP ME!
DUDE, SERIOUSLY! I'm no deep shit!
My Aunt Marge is here visiting, and you do remember what happened last time!
You know the drill by now. But send extra cause I havet a dog, It's a long story.
And send something that would keep me from going completely bonkers!
Your best mate,
Harry.
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And that my friends, is how Harry Potter got a radio that does not run on batteries.
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TRANSLATIONS
(1) – oh shocks! What is the English word, Fleur? When the woman takes control of…er…the game?
(2) – Ah yes. I know the word. It is the verb…
(3) – French
(4) – my friends
(5) – Why did you do that? And what is wrong with…
(6) You have the breasts…
(7) – you are going to die, little red!
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a/n – I NEED A NAME FOR Emma/VICKII/KATIA BAND! PLEASE PEOPLE, IT A ROCK BAND! I ADDED A MALE SINGER, AND KEYBOARD PLAYER, SO NO GIRL POWER NAMES PLEASE!
AND THE MORE reviews I GET THE FASTER I UPDATE. HINT HINT!
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This angel's gonna PunkRock Grandma!
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