Perfectly Abnormal Chapter 4: Don't Ask Questions
Disclaimer: Reasons why I do not own Harry Potter:
-I have brown hair. - I am not a billionaire
-I live in North America - I own nothing but the ipad I am typing this on
-I have a fanfiction account. - If I owned HP than there would be more books
Alas,
-MY NAME IS NOT J.K ROWLING-
Edited by and co-written by Melody. You're welcome.
"I-I'm terribly sorry sir!", stuttered Emma frantically "I-I really didn't m-mean to,y-you know, k-knock you over! "Y-you see I- The stranger cut her off and waved his hand.
"It's all right, I dunno what your appoligizing for." Said the green-eyed man. Emma Grace knew it was rude, but she simply couldn't help but stare at the man's odd assortment of scars. Tiny scrapes riddled his muscled forearms and, was that a snake bite? She could see an oval shaped mark poking out of his shirt collar. What did this man do for a living? Most peculiar however, was a thin scar stretched across the man's forehead. It was shaped like a bolt of lightning. The man shifted uncomfortably and self-consiously pressed a lock of unruly black hair over his scar. The mysterious stranger reached out his hand to help Emma up...
Vernon and Petunia Dursley watched furiously as the boy (they didn't care how old he was now) helped their granddaughter up. How dare he toutch her! Petunia certainly did not want Emma Grace interacting with someone like that! Behind the boy were some people Vernon assumed were the boy's family: a rather scruffy looking boy, about Emma's age who looked much like his father except for his bright hazel eyes, a second boy, a few years younger, who was a carbon-copy of his father right down to the glasses, and a third boy, who looked older than both scruffy-haired boys and was sporting bright turquoise hair! The nerve of some people! Over by the python exibt, Vernon saw a petite red-head woman,who he assumed to be the mother (and most likely the boy's second or third wife) telling what appeared to be a rather ammusing story to her daughter. The tiny red-head laughed; Petunia was almost positively sure that she had heard the words "snake","scared" and "Uncle Dudley" in the story...
(This is where Melody started writing)
Vernon felt his face suddenly grow very warm, which happened when he was nervous. What did these people know about his son? He had to stop this guessing game. "Who are you people and what do you know about my poor Dudley?"
The scarred boy turned towards Vernon, disgust evident on his face. "Uncle Vernon, you can't even be bothered to remember the boy you always locked under the stairs?"
"I..." Vernon began. Suddenly...
Boooooooooooooommmmmmmmm!
"Stay away from Emma!" Two girls drove up next to the Dursleys and the Potters in a multi-colored ice cream truck. One had bright red hair with colored streaks throughout and a slightly crazed looked look in her gray eyes. She was wearing a sweater that looked suspiciously like a Weasley sweater along with jean shorts splattered with paint, and long socks, despite it being much too warm for that kind of attire. The other had red hair that was obviously died that way and dull brown eyes. She wore a pink tank top, lots of gold bangle bracelets,and short jean shorts.
"You maniacs have been protecting Emma for too long!" the crazy girl shouted. "We have come to take her away to Hogwarts, and whoever opposes us will feel the wrath of our newly stolen ice cream truck!"
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Hey people of ! My name is Melody and I wrote the second half of this chapter! Just for any doubters, I had complete permission from Mistressofthehallows to write it. This probably won't be a recurring theme, but you can most likely expect to see my writing in more of this story! Until then, peace out!
