XD
Yeahh.
We have some very, very creative people in our group.
Ah...
Nice to know, then.
I'll keep the fact that Fort Worden was an army base next time we go there.
I suppose I'll mention the story I told Anita yesterday.
Molly the Moth was a very, very skilled moth.
She lovedddd eating wool.
She practiced all the time.
One day, she went to the district wool-eating contest.
It was in Mercer Island.
They had purple wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating purple wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the state wool-eating contest.
It was in Seattle.
They had green wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating green wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the regional wool-eating contest.
It was in Los Angeles.
They had yellow wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating yellow wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the national wool-eating contest.
It was in New York.
They had blue wool.
Molly LOVEDDDD eating blue wool.
So she ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly won the contest.
A while later, Molly went to the Olympic wool-eating contest.
It was in Paris, France.
There, Molly met a French cow (I dunno, I ddin't make up the story...) named Pierre.
They fell in loveee.
Pierre the Cow told Molly the Moth that, if she won the wool-eating contest, he would marry her.
Molly was soooo happy!
So Molly went to the contest.
They had red wool.
Molly HATEDDDDD red wool.
So Molly ate, and ate, and ate...
And Molly...
Lost.
Pierre the Cow didn't marry Molly.
Molly was very, very sad.
Molly the Moth began to tear.
Molly began to cry.
Molly began to sob.
And finally, Molly began to bawl.
And have you ever heard a mothbawl?
XDDD
It works better said out loud.
In case you didn't get it, it's moth bawl=mothball.
XD
Very amusing.
Yeah, PNW sounds so much better, doesn't it?
No, not really, huh.
It sounds evil >.>
What a bloody waste of time.
Oh well, I'll live.
I just came back from Ivy's birthday party!
It was fun.
(No way!)
Now I am...typing on blogger, and playing on Gaia. And IM-ing. There's like nothing else for me to say...
Wow, I have a boring life.
You know what?
You do too.
Hahahahahah.
-shiftyeyes-
Have you ever RP-ed before?
(Role play)
Like, on the internet, I mean.
Not like playing 'house' when you were five.
(Did any of you do that?)
It's pretty fun, actually.
Like writing fanfiction.
I should copy a chunk of it for your.
-nods-
Luna Zabini (=D)
Ohohoh!
I ran TWO miles without stopping/walking today.
(Be proud.)
Hee!
I need to get to three in a week.
(I can so do it...right?)
My dad's going to get a treadmill.
Convo:
Dad: Maybe we should get a treadmill.
Me: What??
Dad: This way I don't have to drive you to my office every time. Gas is expensive!
Me: .__.
Dad: And if we used the treadmill ONCE a week, it'd pay off in... -doing calculations-
Me: ...
So then we went to Costco.
And a treadmill is...
dundundun...
$850 T__T
And we tried to lift it onto those big orange cart-things.
And we failed.
Dad: It looks too big to fit in the car.
Me: We could knock down the middle row.
Dad: It still wouldn't fit.
Me: Huh. We could get them to deliver.
Dad: That's like, a hundred dollars!
Me: The treadmill's like, nine hundred!
Dad: That's different.
XDD
Special.
And my brother was sitting on the orange cart-thing being, um, Derek.
And we ate (drank?) the berry smoothies there.
They are very, very scary shades of purple, you know?
Very, very scary.
Yes.
But they taste good.
I actually finished it.
(Amazing, huh?)
So I stood in front of the heater-thing (they have this example heater, like the dish type, that's always, always, always there. And it's always on.) and drank the smoothie.
(lol)
That's all I've got to say today!
Oh right.
And Newport?
MCDONALD.
-giggles-
Snails rock. Totally. -sarcasm-
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
2008-2009 Schedule
Sorry about the glompiness of posting twice in the same day.
Yes, I realize how annoying it is to see that you have to read TWO posts, not just ONE.
And it's sooo boring, you know?
But that's okay.
(For me, at least. Hehhehheh.)
From the title, it's pretty obvious what random junk I'm spouting in this post.
I don't have it memorized completely, but this is what I have.
1. Art/PE
2. Honors English 10
3. PreCalculus
4. Chemistry 1/Physics 1
5. World History [Ungh...again...3rd year now...haha, better than US History though]
6. Health/Pacific Northwest History
7. Spanish 3
I dunno about the order, but I think that's right. Maybe Chem/Phys is switched with Spanish? -scratches head-
I think that's it. But I dunno, and don't really care.
Pahahah.
I wanted to take PNW in the summer, and Music Theory during the school year...
Oh well. I'll see what I can do.
Pishyposhy.
Yes, I realize how annoying it is to see that you have to read TWO posts, not just ONE.
And it's sooo boring, you know?
But that's okay.
(For me, at least. Hehhehheh.)
From the title, it's pretty obvious what random junk I'm spouting in this post.
I don't have it memorized completely, but this is what I have.
1. Art/PE
2. Honors English 10
3. PreCalculus
4. Chemistry 1/Physics 1
5. World History [Ungh...again...3rd year now...haha, better than US History though]
6. Health/Pacific Northwest History
7. Spanish 3
I dunno about the order, but I think that's right. Maybe Chem/Phys is switched with Spanish? -scratches head-
I think that's it. But I dunno, and don't really care.
Pahahah.
I wanted to take PNW in the summer, and Music Theory during the school year...
Oh well. I'll see what I can do.
Pishyposhy.
I Tamed the Tiger
And got like, maimed for life. o.o;
I should've mentioned this before I left for the retreat, but hey--I forgot. Or maybe I just overslept. That's dependent on perspective, you know?
I'm happy to see people are still on Blogger!
I didn't have a chance last time I posted to check out the other blogs, so I had no idea.
Now, back to the title...
We got t-shirts with 'I Tamed the Tiger' on the back after we ran (well, I walked) up Tiger mountain. (It was painful)
I feel better now, though.
I gained a pound.
It makes me sad.
I'm telling myself it's 'cause muscle is denser than fat.
Anyways.
Enough about my weigh-gaining-ness. (ugh.)
I think I ran about 10 miles in the past four days.
I know, it doesn't sound like much.
It feels like a lot, though.
I'm rather sore.
Well, more like reduced to a quivering lump of lard.
What is lard, anyways?
...
The MIXC people are very nice.
Well, to me at least.
It makes me feel bad.
I'm a ridiculously slow runner.
Did you know that I've never run more than a mile before this?
And even then, I have to stop and walk.
(I still do)
Be proud.
XD
Alright! On to the retreat info.
I was really bored at the beginning, 'cause I didn't know anyone.
Here's the stuff I typed on my cellphone during the retreat.
Oh wait.
Did you know that Fort Worden used to be a naval base?
Their sleeping areas are actually pretty nice.
Except for the urinals.
o.o;
Here's the stuff: (It's really random and more than a tad dull)
"Bored out of my bloody mind. Typing on my cell on the bus, with a i-dunno-what-year-girl [Senior] called Jordin on the aisle row. Oh joy, we're stuck in traffic now. My lefs are really sore form yesterday and Mother wouldn't let me bring the ipod. Not to mention that I'm losing the circulation to my legs, which is rather uncomfortable."
"I'm on the ferry now! Whee! Huh. Everyone appears to have left to...the upper deck I think. Ugh. Wind. I should really talk to someone. -feels lazy-"
"Alright! A long exhausting day has passed, and I suppose it was fun... We played group games, and initiate-the-freshmen-guys stuff (lol, their idiocy makes me laugh)."
"Just finished breakfast after a run. I feel ridiculously slow--oh well, my blood pressure is lowering, yes? (It better be). Last night during dinner I saw Adrian and said hi to Griffin. Today before breakfast I talked to Robin. Bellevue XC leaves today, and I don't know if we'll be doing anything as a group. The MI coach is married to the Bellevue coach. Ttfn."
"Finished lunch and created a skit with my group (ugh I suck with names) [Phoebe, Robbie, Jacob, Molly] and tried icing my dead-cell legs. Icing is supposed to make soreness fade faster and not be as...ugh-ful...so I'll do that after the afternoon run. I think. Tomorrow we wake up early again for more running (dying here...) and then we go back to the high school. The conditions here are pretty good, I must add. Considerably good good and very roomy living quarters with very clean mattresses."
Alright, that's all I've got.
They have this evil workout thing called "7 minutes in hell" (or, rather, that's the students' nickname for it) where you do core conditioning for seven minutes.
Now, because I never, ever, (ever!) do push-ups, my arms are dyinggg! Ungh. Stupid evil people.
I feel really stupid.
When I got home, I did the little 10-minute jog-thing on the Wii fit. (It's a lot easier now that before--I hope that means I improved .__.) It was really, really boring just staring at my Mii jog (god, those things are ugh-ly) so I started going up and down the midget stairs at my house.
Well, like the idiot that I am, I ran straight into a chair and now have a slightly bloodied skin-peeling dent on my thigh.
It's kind of gross.
It doesn't hurt anymore though, so that's nice.
It's still quite disgusting.
Yesyesyes.
I stop blabbering about the ugliness of my ugly, lame, pitiful dent-thing with lots of peeling skin.
Now to respond to comments! (This is the fun part :D)
Xue-bi: It does hurt! Yay! Feel my joyous (not really) pain!
Briseis: I'd think 'maim you for life' counts...as more than a technicality. Eww, football conditioning. Glad to see you're still breathing...and more than as a vegetable hooked up to lots of tubes and drugged with...um...stuff. And yeah, I do need to get clothes. I'm wearing my mom's stuff for running .__.; It's a little big (I'm not that fat yet ><;)I can barely move forward, let alone think about posture. But thanks for the suggestions--I'll use them when, well, I can actually run. That might take a while... Merci (sp?) and good luck to you too.
Da penguin: Lol--great rhyme. XD Do XC! I'll see you (if I live and join again next year) at the meets. We made a skit making fun of Newport colors (-laughs nervously and hides-) and the MIXC people do not like Newport (like, at all .__.;) (scary rivalries) (it's the same with Bellevue) so it'd be fun to talk to someone recognizable. XD Interlake was moved down a level though, so I wouldn't see them at meets anyways :/
Ohh. You know what I discovered?
No, you don't.
Well, you will soon.
I discovered the Mercer Island school mascot!
The mascot is...-dundundun- a snail.
.__.;
Great for races, eh?
Well, I'm not too sure, actually.
'Cause it's 'Mercer Island Islanders' (isn't that LAME? LAMELAMELAMELAME. LAME!)
but the picture is a snail with three islands clumped together as the shell, waves for the body and an 'i' as the head. I'll get you a picture as soon as I find an online one.
Edit:
http://www.misd.k12.wa.us/news/frontpage/back_to_school/default.html
If you click the link, the snail-island-water-i-thing is on the uppermost left corner of the page. It's a bit on the small side, but I think that's good enough...
-twitches at the lameness of the really lame mascot and the really lame name-
Hey, at least the school colors aren't McDonald themed.
I should've mentioned this before I left for the retreat, but hey--I forgot. Or maybe I just overslept. That's dependent on perspective, you know?
I'm happy to see people are still on Blogger!
I didn't have a chance last time I posted to check out the other blogs, so I had no idea.
Now, back to the title...
We got t-shirts with 'I Tamed the Tiger' on the back after we ran (well, I walked) up Tiger mountain. (It was painful)
I feel better now, though.
I gained a pound.
It makes me sad.
I'm telling myself it's 'cause muscle is denser than fat.
Anyways.
Enough about my weigh-gaining-ness. (ugh.)
I think I ran about 10 miles in the past four days.
I know, it doesn't sound like much.
It feels like a lot, though.
I'm rather sore.
Well, more like reduced to a quivering lump of lard.
What is lard, anyways?
...
The MIXC people are very nice.
Well, to me at least.
It makes me feel bad.
I'm a ridiculously slow runner.
Did you know that I've never run more than a mile before this?
And even then, I have to stop and walk.
(I still do)
Be proud.
XD
Alright! On to the retreat info.
I was really bored at the beginning, 'cause I didn't know anyone.
Here's the stuff I typed on my cellphone during the retreat.
Oh wait.
Did you know that Fort Worden used to be a naval base?
Their sleeping areas are actually pretty nice.
Except for the urinals.
o.o;
Here's the stuff: (It's really random and more than a tad dull)
"Bored out of my bloody mind. Typing on my cell on the bus, with a i-dunno-what-year-girl [Senior] called Jordin on the aisle row. Oh joy, we're stuck in traffic now. My lefs are really sore form yesterday and Mother wouldn't let me bring the ipod. Not to mention that I'm losing the circulation to my legs, which is rather uncomfortable."
"I'm on the ferry now! Whee! Huh. Everyone appears to have left to...the upper deck I think. Ugh. Wind. I should really talk to someone. -feels lazy-"
"Alright! A long exhausting day has passed, and I suppose it was fun... We played group games, and initiate-the-freshmen-guys stuff (lol, their idiocy makes me laugh)."
"Just finished breakfast after a run. I feel ridiculously slow--oh well, my blood pressure is lowering, yes? (It better be). Last night during dinner I saw Adrian and said hi to Griffin. Today before breakfast I talked to Robin. Bellevue XC leaves today, and I don't know if we'll be doing anything as a group. The MI coach is married to the Bellevue coach. Ttfn."
"Finished lunch and created a skit with my group (ugh I suck with names) [Phoebe, Robbie, Jacob, Molly] and tried icing my dead-cell legs. Icing is supposed to make soreness fade faster and not be as...ugh-ful...so I'll do that after the afternoon run. I think. Tomorrow we wake up early again for more running (dying here...) and then we go back to the high school. The conditions here are pretty good, I must add. Considerably good good and very roomy living quarters with very clean mattresses."
Alright, that's all I've got.
They have this evil workout thing called "7 minutes in hell" (or, rather, that's the students' nickname for it) where you do core conditioning for seven minutes.
Now, because I never, ever, (ever!) do push-ups, my arms are dyinggg! Ungh. Stupid evil people.
I feel really stupid.
When I got home, I did the little 10-minute jog-thing on the Wii fit. (It's a lot easier now that before--I hope that means I improved .__.) It was really, really boring just staring at my Mii jog (god, those things are ugh-ly) so I started going up and down the midget stairs at my house.
Well, like the idiot that I am, I ran straight into a chair and now have a slightly bloodied skin-peeling dent on my thigh.
It's kind of gross.
It doesn't hurt anymore though, so that's nice.
It's still quite disgusting.
Yesyesyes.
I stop blabbering about the ugliness of my ugly, lame, pitiful dent-thing with lots of peeling skin.
Now to respond to comments! (This is the fun part :D)
Xue-bi: It does hurt! Yay! Feel my joyous (not really) pain!
Briseis: I'd think 'maim you for life' counts...as more than a technicality. Eww, football conditioning. Glad to see you're still breathing...and more than as a vegetable hooked up to lots of tubes and drugged with...um...stuff. And yeah, I do need to get clothes. I'm wearing my mom's stuff for running .__.; It's a little big (I'm not that fat yet ><;)I can barely move forward, let alone think about posture. But thanks for the suggestions--I'll use them when, well, I can actually run. That might take a while... Merci (sp?) and good luck to you too.
Da penguin: Lol--great rhyme. XD Do XC! I'll see you (if I live and join again next year) at the meets. We made a skit making fun of Newport colors (-laughs nervously and hides-) and the MIXC people do not like Newport (like, at all .__.;) (scary rivalries) (it's the same with Bellevue) so it'd be fun to talk to someone recognizable. XD Interlake was moved down a level though, so I wouldn't see them at meets anyways :/
Ohh. You know what I discovered?
No, you don't.
Well, you will soon.
I discovered the Mercer Island school mascot!
The mascot is...-dundundun- a snail.
.__.;
Great for races, eh?
Well, I'm not too sure, actually.
'Cause it's 'Mercer Island Islanders' (isn't that LAME? LAMELAMELAMELAME. LAME!)
but the picture is a snail with three islands clumped together as the shell, waves for the body and an 'i' as the head. I'll get you a picture as soon as I find an online one.
Edit:
http://www.misd.k12.wa.us/news/frontpage/back_to_school/default.html
If you click the link, the snail-island-water-i-thing is on the uppermost left corner of the page. It's a bit on the small side, but I think that's good enough...
-twitches at the lameness of the really lame mascot and the really lame name-
Hey, at least the school colors aren't McDonald themed.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Dumbledore's Mistake
Hello, all my fellow bloggy people who appear to be dead but I wouldn't know because I haven't really been looking because I'm just a fat slacker who hasn't posted in a long time or read any blogs for that matter.
Wow, what a run-on!
Applaud me for my skills.
XD
Anyways, I'm writing a HP fanfic. It's called Dumbledore's Mistake.
My fanfiction.net author's page is http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1473090/turayza.
You can look around at the other stories, or click the link 'Dumbledore's Mistake'.
Meanwhile, I think I'll be posting the updates here as well--just in case you guys don't have fanfic accounts, or don't want to bother with making them. Or in case you abhorr my story and don't want to read it ever again. Don't worry, I won't be offended.
Also, I'd appreciate if you could give me criticism (only if you feel like it) or pop in to say you've read the latest updates.
Be aware, though, that the updates here will be cut through and littered with random crap I blog about that is quite uninteresting and annoying in general, while my fanfic site will be clean and, well, organized. Goody.
FINALLY!
I'm done talking. Or typing. Or bothering you. Here you go--the first chapter of Dumbledore's Mistake. ^ ^
Chapter One--Dumbledore's Mistake
Chapter One
Glitteringly sparkly enchanted orange jack-o-lanterns hovered about in the air, traveling throughout the quiet Godric’s Hollow. Each pretty little white-picket-fence house was decorated in a bit to outdo its neighbors. In one particularly extravagantly festive house, two families were joined in celebration.
The Potters and the Longbottoms, two pureblood light families, celebrated Halloween in the Potter Manor. The enormous manor’s hallways were strewn with orange and black confetti, and each room had jerkily flying candy charmed to mob any entrant to the room.
Cheery laughter floated from the large living room as the youngest Potter, Harry, and the youngest Longbottom, Neville, had a good-natured candy fight.
The one-year-old Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom sat side-by-side, giggling as they gobbled up chocolate frogs, sugar quills, orange and black jelly beans, and many more sugary confections. Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom sat on a couch behind their sons, chatting about the going-ons of the social elite. James Potter and Frank Longbottom sat across each other over a forgotten game of chess, lost in a heated debate over Quidditch teams and the Wizarding Stock Market.
Over the din of their chatter, no one heard the protective wards falling. It wasn’t until the intruders tripped the alarm that the Potters and Longbottoms noticed, and by then it was much too late. With a bang, the front door was blasted out of existence. Alice and Frank Longbottom rushed to confront the cloaked and masked figures as James and Lily Potter tried to rush the two children upstairs.
“Crucio!” A cackling Death Eater said madly, her cruelly grinning mouth all that you could see of her covered face. From behind the white mask, her eyes glinted with blood lust as she shot the unforgivable at Alice Longbottom.
“No! Don’t touch her!” Frank yelled, pushing Alice out of the way. It was, unfortunately, too late.
“Heehee. Too bad she’s gone. Your turn!” the witch said, cackling. Alice Longbottom had lost her mind to the cruciatius, and Frank Longbottom would soon follow.
Meanwhile, the Potters had carried Harry and Neville into a hidden room that Lily had made several years ago. The room’s entrance was behind a small porcelain vase, and the door was child-sized and warded with a multitude of dark-repellant spells. Hearing the stomping footsteps of Death Eaters, James Potter whirled around and tried to lead the Death Eaters away.
“Avada Kedavra”, Voldemort said calmly, after easily deflecting the ‘stupefy’ James had shot at him. James Potter slumped down as soon as the jet of green hit him, dead.
Unknowing of her husband’s very recent death, Lily Potter shoved Neville into the little alcove. Neville was scratched by a pair of two nails sticking out, which gave him a small but deep x-shaped scar on his cheek. Before Lily could hide Harry, Voldemort appeared before her.
“Move away, mudblood”, he said, sniffing disdainfully. “You may live to see another day.”
“No!” Lily cried out, sobbing. “Don’t kill Harry! Kill me instead!”
Lily threw herself out in front of her son with her arms spread out.
With a brief ‘Avada Kedavra’, Lily Potter was dead.
“Foolish girl…Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry. The jet of green light shot towards the one-year-old’s head…and was absorbed by a glowing golden orb of light. The light grew in intensity until Voldemort was forced to turn away. All of a sudden, the light shot a burst of green towards Voldemort and Voldemort was gone.
As the light faded, Harry began to laugh, thinking the colorful lights were pretty and happy. He poked his mother’s corpse curiously, and sat down looking slightly upset, knocking over and shattering the porcelain vase.
Neville peeked out nervously from his hiding place and grabbed Harry’s shirt, alerting Harry to his presence. The two sat in silence, as if waiting for their parents to return and shout ‘Happy Halloween!’
Loud disruptions filled the house as the Order charged in. Upon reaching them, a horrified Remus Lupin scooped up the children and apparated them to Order headquarters.
--
Dumbledore regarded the children with a frown. One of them had most definitely defeated Voldemort that night. Both of the boys suited the prophecy. Why did he, Dumbledore, always have the difficult decisions to make? Dumbledore stared at the two for a while more, examining the x-shaped scar and comparing it to the lightning bolt shaped one. Both scars were deep and reeked of magic. Finally, Dumbledore came upon a suitable theory and prepared to tell the world.
--
The Order sat around a massive circular table. All the pairs of eyes were facing Dumbledore, expecting important news. The whole Order had been called that night. Dumbledore, smiling grimly, announced,
“Voldemort has been defeated!” Then, holding up Neville Longbottom, Dumbledore added, “And this child was the one who did it!”
The members of the Order burst into cheers and they immediately went to crowd Dumbledore and Neville. A din broke out as people cried, laughed, questioned, and much more. Many rejoicing Order members left to spread the good news. Neville was coined the nickname “The Boy-Who-Lived”, and Harry was left, forgotten, by all but Dumbledore.
--
Dumbledore held two little squirming bundles. One was Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the other, Harry Potter, was a newly made orphan.
Dumbledore flooed Augusta Longbottom, Neville’s grandmother, and handed the hero of the wizarding world to the shocked witch. Smiling sympathetically for Augusta’s loss and congratulating her for Neville’s achievements, Dumbledore bid her goodbye and apparated to Private Drive.
--
The aged wizard with a long, white beard and bespeckled glasses held up the small bundle that was Harry Potter. They had appeared in a very ordinary looking neighborhood filled with very ordinary looking houses.
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore blacked out the neighborhood. He slowly approached one of the very ordinary looking houses, pausing only when he stood right before the door.
Giving Harry Potter one final, slightly sorrowful glance, Dumbledore, set the little bundle down and disappeared.
---------
Hahahaha. Good/bad? Boring/intriguing? Overused plot? Tell me your thoughts, and I'll give you a hug. I think. -shifty eyes-
Yeah. Well, I've got more chapters online. But if no one comments, I won't bother posting more (I mean, why waste the time talking to no one?). You'll get the new releases before my fanfic story, which'll be nice--if you enjoy the story. Thanks for reading, and toodles for now.
P.S. I promise to post at least once a week. Cross my heart. Everything on my page will have been posted in the last five days--if there's nothing there, it means I broke my promise. (I might have an excuse though).
Toodles!
Wow, what a run-on!
Applaud me for my skills.
XD
Anyways, I'm writing a HP fanfic. It's called Dumbledore's Mistake.
My fanfiction.net author's page is http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1473090/turayza.
You can look around at the other stories, or click the link 'Dumbledore's Mistake'.
Meanwhile, I think I'll be posting the updates here as well--just in case you guys don't have fanfic accounts, or don't want to bother with making them. Or in case you abhorr my story and don't want to read it ever again. Don't worry, I won't be offended.
Also, I'd appreciate if you could give me criticism (only if you feel like it) or pop in to say you've read the latest updates.
Be aware, though, that the updates here will be cut through and littered with random crap I blog about that is quite uninteresting and annoying in general, while my fanfic site will be clean and, well, organized. Goody.
FINALLY!
I'm done talking. Or typing. Or bothering you. Here you go--the first chapter of Dumbledore's Mistake. ^ ^
Chapter One--Dumbledore's Mistake
Chapter One
Glitteringly sparkly enchanted orange jack-o-lanterns hovered about in the air, traveling throughout the quiet Godric’s Hollow. Each pretty little white-picket-fence house was decorated in a bit to outdo its neighbors. In one particularly extravagantly festive house, two families were joined in celebration.
The Potters and the Longbottoms, two pureblood light families, celebrated Halloween in the Potter Manor. The enormous manor’s hallways were strewn with orange and black confetti, and each room had jerkily flying candy charmed to mob any entrant to the room.
Cheery laughter floated from the large living room as the youngest Potter, Harry, and the youngest Longbottom, Neville, had a good-natured candy fight.
The one-year-old Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom sat side-by-side, giggling as they gobbled up chocolate frogs, sugar quills, orange and black jelly beans, and many more sugary confections. Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom sat on a couch behind their sons, chatting about the going-ons of the social elite. James Potter and Frank Longbottom sat across each other over a forgotten game of chess, lost in a heated debate over Quidditch teams and the Wizarding Stock Market.
Over the din of their chatter, no one heard the protective wards falling. It wasn’t until the intruders tripped the alarm that the Potters and Longbottoms noticed, and by then it was much too late. With a bang, the front door was blasted out of existence. Alice and Frank Longbottom rushed to confront the cloaked and masked figures as James and Lily Potter tried to rush the two children upstairs.
“Crucio!” A cackling Death Eater said madly, her cruelly grinning mouth all that you could see of her covered face. From behind the white mask, her eyes glinted with blood lust as she shot the unforgivable at Alice Longbottom.
“No! Don’t touch her!” Frank yelled, pushing Alice out of the way. It was, unfortunately, too late.
“Heehee. Too bad she’s gone. Your turn!” the witch said, cackling. Alice Longbottom had lost her mind to the cruciatius, and Frank Longbottom would soon follow.
Meanwhile, the Potters had carried Harry and Neville into a hidden room that Lily had made several years ago. The room’s entrance was behind a small porcelain vase, and the door was child-sized and warded with a multitude of dark-repellant spells. Hearing the stomping footsteps of Death Eaters, James Potter whirled around and tried to lead the Death Eaters away.
“Avada Kedavra”, Voldemort said calmly, after easily deflecting the ‘stupefy’ James had shot at him. James Potter slumped down as soon as the jet of green hit him, dead.
Unknowing of her husband’s very recent death, Lily Potter shoved Neville into the little alcove. Neville was scratched by a pair of two nails sticking out, which gave him a small but deep x-shaped scar on his cheek. Before Lily could hide Harry, Voldemort appeared before her.
“Move away, mudblood”, he said, sniffing disdainfully. “You may live to see another day.”
“No!” Lily cried out, sobbing. “Don’t kill Harry! Kill me instead!”
Lily threw herself out in front of her son with her arms spread out.
With a brief ‘Avada Kedavra’, Lily Potter was dead.
“Foolish girl…Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry. The jet of green light shot towards the one-year-old’s head…and was absorbed by a glowing golden orb of light. The light grew in intensity until Voldemort was forced to turn away. All of a sudden, the light shot a burst of green towards Voldemort and Voldemort was gone.
As the light faded, Harry began to laugh, thinking the colorful lights were pretty and happy. He poked his mother’s corpse curiously, and sat down looking slightly upset, knocking over and shattering the porcelain vase.
Neville peeked out nervously from his hiding place and grabbed Harry’s shirt, alerting Harry to his presence. The two sat in silence, as if waiting for their parents to return and shout ‘Happy Halloween!’
Loud disruptions filled the house as the Order charged in. Upon reaching them, a horrified Remus Lupin scooped up the children and apparated them to Order headquarters.
--
Dumbledore regarded the children with a frown. One of them had most definitely defeated Voldemort that night. Both of the boys suited the prophecy. Why did he, Dumbledore, always have the difficult decisions to make? Dumbledore stared at the two for a while more, examining the x-shaped scar and comparing it to the lightning bolt shaped one. Both scars were deep and reeked of magic. Finally, Dumbledore came upon a suitable theory and prepared to tell the world.
--
The Order sat around a massive circular table. All the pairs of eyes were facing Dumbledore, expecting important news. The whole Order had been called that night. Dumbledore, smiling grimly, announced,
“Voldemort has been defeated!” Then, holding up Neville Longbottom, Dumbledore added, “And this child was the one who did it!”
The members of the Order burst into cheers and they immediately went to crowd Dumbledore and Neville. A din broke out as people cried, laughed, questioned, and much more. Many rejoicing Order members left to spread the good news. Neville was coined the nickname “The Boy-Who-Lived”, and Harry was left, forgotten, by all but Dumbledore.
--
Dumbledore held two little squirming bundles. One was Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the other, Harry Potter, was a newly made orphan.
Dumbledore flooed Augusta Longbottom, Neville’s grandmother, and handed the hero of the wizarding world to the shocked witch. Smiling sympathetically for Augusta’s loss and congratulating her for Neville’s achievements, Dumbledore bid her goodbye and apparated to Private Drive.
--
The aged wizard with a long, white beard and bespeckled glasses held up the small bundle that was Harry Potter. They had appeared in a very ordinary looking neighborhood filled with very ordinary looking houses.
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore blacked out the neighborhood. He slowly approached one of the very ordinary looking houses, pausing only when he stood right before the door.
Giving Harry Potter one final, slightly sorrowful glance, Dumbledore, set the little bundle down and disappeared.
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Hahahaha. Good/bad? Boring/intriguing? Overused plot? Tell me your thoughts, and I'll give you a hug. I think. -shifty eyes-
Yeah. Well, I've got more chapters online. But if no one comments, I won't bother posting more (I mean, why waste the time talking to no one?). You'll get the new releases before my fanfic story, which'll be nice--if you enjoy the story. Thanks for reading, and toodles for now.
P.S. I promise to post at least once a week. Cross my heart. Everything on my page will have been posted in the last five days--if there's nothing there, it means I broke my promise. (I might have an excuse though).
Toodles!
Cross Country Training
I'm not certain as to whether people are actually still checking up on our little blogger community, but I'm posting nonetheless.
Well, to be completely truthful, I'm just bored--and at the Tzu Chi office, where my mom (and a bunch of other people all wearing navy blue) and talking about...stuff. Dunno, don't particularly care.
Ugh.
Anyways, I suppose I'll just talk about the random, not-very-interesting morning I had.
Let's think about how to sum it all up...
Hrmm...
IT WAS PAINFUL.
Really, really, reallyreallyreallyreally painful.
Yepyep.
I suck at life, don't I?
Just thinking about the morning gives me pitiful spasms.
Seriously.
O-M-doubleR-OW.
Say that to the Tigger spelling 8D
Err...back to important things. Or, rather, what I was talking about before.
This morning, I went to the first Cross Country practice of my life! It's too bad that I've signed up and 'have an obligation' to keep on going, because it convinced me that I should live a stationary life in front of my computer. I never want to see dirt again. Or cement. Or grass. Or trees.
I'm signing off nature.
How on earth am I, a fat lazy person who doesn't excersize ever, supposed to be able to run multiple miles in 30 minutes?
Yes, I know, I know.
Doesn't sound like much, does it?
Yeah, it isn't much.
But that's probably because you're a healthy person who isn't a computer potato.
Yeah, laugh all you want.
Shut up.
I fail.
My legs hurt -.-;
I'm a short distance sprinter, not a...let's-get-mud-everywhere person. I am totally coated! Was, I mean. I'm clean now. No thanks to my mom, who didn't even give me time to shower before dragging me off to 'demonstrate eating' in front of little kids. Psh.
Anywhoo, I should stop talking about whatever random crap pops into my head and be more, um, elaborate about my stupid, painful, muddy experience. Not that you really care, but it makes me feel better. Hahah.
My legs are jello-esque right now...it's rather uncomfortable, if you've ever experienced it...
They burned when I was running (I'm sure you guys all know this feeling from the mile run). I feel so...slacker-ish, however, because most of the other people could keep running without pause. I is slacker, and proud. Well, not really. But I'm working on it.
...
Still hurts.
Well, to be very, very specific, it doesn't hurt right now. I feel...numb. Like a bad sort of numb--you know the type when your nerves decided to commit suicide to escape from the hell you put them through? Yeahh.
Did I mention it was raining?
Yes. It was.
A little drizzle, but still raining.
I, with terrible judgement, decided to take off my waterproof coat because I was warm.
Sad, sad.
It rained, it was muddy, tree leaves were sticking out into the trail at very low angles, I was too fat to run properly, my legs burned, dirt had seeped into my right shoe and there were bits of gravel in my left.
Joy.
Bloody, bloody joy.
Guess what?
I get to do this again tomorrow!
Except instead of Island Crest Park (which was somewhat acceptable--the coach couldn't see if you were running or not heheh) we're running on Tiger Mountain.
Can you imagine?
She said we're running all the way to the top.
All. The. Bloody. Way.
I'm dying, just thinking about it.
In pain already.
Not to mention I'll be sore like...and old person (wow, lame analogy) tomorrow.
Ow.
And then, you can't forget the way back down!
And the bloody 'warm downs', which resemble sprints.
And doing 50 push-ups, which was supposed to 'help you run faster'.
Ow.
Did I mention that I can't really do push ups?
I did about ten, and collapsed.
Well, not really.
We were outside, so I just kind of held it.
And pretended to be examining my shoe.
Lame, yeah.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
-shifty eyes-
Alright, I'm pretty much done with my rant.
Congratulations if you made it all the bloody way through.
Especially if any of you actually look at my blog at all, considering I haven't posted in...well, let's just say a long time.
Thanks for reading, and leave a comment if you've got time.
Whoo!
P.S. You know what's really lame? I don't know my school mascot. I don't know my schedule. I don't know what classes I have. I don't know if I'm even registered at all (wouldn't that be sad, if I wasn't on their roster?).
Yeahh. Toodles!
Well, to be completely truthful, I'm just bored--and at the Tzu Chi office, where my mom (and a bunch of other people all wearing navy blue) and talking about...stuff. Dunno, don't particularly care.
Ugh.
Anyways, I suppose I'll just talk about the random, not-very-interesting morning I had.
Let's think about how to sum it all up...
Hrmm...
IT WAS PAINFUL.
Really, really, reallyreallyreallyreally painful.
Yepyep.
I suck at life, don't I?
Just thinking about the morning gives me pitiful spasms.
Seriously.
O-M-doubleR-OW.
Say that to the Tigger spelling 8D
Err...back to important things. Or, rather, what I was talking about before.
This morning, I went to the first Cross Country practice of my life! It's too bad that I've signed up and 'have an obligation' to keep on going, because it convinced me that I should live a stationary life in front of my computer. I never want to see dirt again. Or cement. Or grass. Or trees.
I'm signing off nature.
How on earth am I, a fat lazy person who doesn't excersize ever, supposed to be able to run multiple miles in 30 minutes?
Yes, I know, I know.
Doesn't sound like much, does it?
Yeah, it isn't much.
But that's probably because you're a healthy person who isn't a computer potato.
Yeah, laugh all you want.
Shut up.
I fail.
My legs hurt -.-;
I'm a short distance sprinter, not a...let's-get-mud-everywhere person. I am totally coated! Was, I mean. I'm clean now. No thanks to my mom, who didn't even give me time to shower before dragging me off to 'demonstrate eating' in front of little kids. Psh.
Anywhoo, I should stop talking about whatever random crap pops into my head and be more, um, elaborate about my stupid, painful, muddy experience. Not that you really care, but it makes me feel better. Hahah.
My legs are jello-esque right now...it's rather uncomfortable, if you've ever experienced it...
They burned when I was running (I'm sure you guys all know this feeling from the mile run). I feel so...slacker-ish, however, because most of the other people could keep running without pause. I is slacker, and proud. Well, not really. But I'm working on it.
...
Still hurts.
Well, to be very, very specific, it doesn't hurt right now. I feel...numb. Like a bad sort of numb--you know the type when your nerves decided to commit suicide to escape from the hell you put them through? Yeahh.
Did I mention it was raining?
Yes. It was.
A little drizzle, but still raining.
I, with terrible judgement, decided to take off my waterproof coat because I was warm.
Sad, sad.
It rained, it was muddy, tree leaves were sticking out into the trail at very low angles, I was too fat to run properly, my legs burned, dirt had seeped into my right shoe and there were bits of gravel in my left.
Joy.
Bloody, bloody joy.
Guess what?
I get to do this again tomorrow!
Except instead of Island Crest Park (which was somewhat acceptable--the coach couldn't see if you were running or not heheh) we're running on Tiger Mountain.
Can you imagine?
She said we're running all the way to the top.
All. The. Bloody. Way.
I'm dying, just thinking about it.
In pain already.
Not to mention I'll be sore like...and old person (wow, lame analogy) tomorrow.
Ow.
And then, you can't forget the way back down!
And the bloody 'warm downs', which resemble sprints.
And doing 50 push-ups, which was supposed to 'help you run faster'.
Ow.
Did I mention that I can't really do push ups?
I did about ten, and collapsed.
Well, not really.
We were outside, so I just kind of held it.
And pretended to be examining my shoe.
Lame, yeah.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
-shifty eyes-
Alright, I'm pretty much done with my rant.
Congratulations if you made it all the bloody way through.
Especially if any of you actually look at my blog at all, considering I haven't posted in...well, let's just say a long time.
Thanks for reading, and leave a comment if you've got time.
Whoo!
P.S. You know what's really lame? I don't know my school mascot. I don't know my schedule. I don't know what classes I have. I don't know if I'm even registered at all (wouldn't that be sad, if I wasn't on their roster?).
Yeahh. Toodles!
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