From the writers that brought you Harry Potter and the Magic Lamp is James
Potter and the Precious...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything slightly related to it.
A/N 5-6: Well, I've been trying to get this up... been too obsessed with finding Orlando Bloom pics and constantly roleplaying... *giggles* And we're currently stuck with Harry Potter and the Magic Lamp (Which you should read if you haven't already...)
CHAPTER 1: Destiny
(Anna... er, this chapter is rather short. But she wrote all of it... what a big surprise.)
Mr. and Mrs. Potter of number 6, Athene Street, had they known Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, would probably be proud to say they were nothing like them. They were the first people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, just because of how they lived.
Number 6, Athene Street, was a creamy-colored, largish house. There were no recognizable plants in the front yard, though the garden was large. (Number 3, a botanist, had actually gone down and checked each individual plant, and had confirmed to Ms. Number 7 that not one of the plants was any kind he'd seen before.) They had a large cat or rather small leopard, that they called Kneasle or Spot. And then there was just the strange appearance of the Potters. Mr. Gordo Potter was small and skinny, and his wife, Penelope, was, if possible, shorter. They both had jet-black hair, though Gordo's eyes were piercing blue, Penelope's hazel. Gordo had a rather long nose and always wore a black robe. Penelope scolded him for this, saying, "They Muggles'll see!" The Potters had a small son, called James, and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
Yes, the people on Athene Street all agreed that the Potters were strange folk and they were quite correct, though they didn't know about witches and wizards, or Hogwarts and wands, or Kneazles and Mandrakes. They knew nothing of the hidden wizarding world, and nothing of the destiny of James Potter, the father of the boy who lived.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Well... I like reviews... *hint hint* they're spiffy! Anyways, I'd just like to say that I really like this little chapter. It really hooks you to the story! Well... I should actually write something, instead of just typing... I have so many ideas!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything slightly related to it.
A/N 5-6: Well, I've been trying to get this up... been too obsessed with finding Orlando Bloom pics and constantly roleplaying... *giggles* And we're currently stuck with Harry Potter and the Magic Lamp (Which you should read if you haven't already...)
CHAPTER 1: Destiny
(Anna... er, this chapter is rather short. But she wrote all of it... what a big surprise.)
Mr. and Mrs. Potter of number 6, Athene Street, had they known Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, would probably be proud to say they were nothing like them. They were the first people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, just because of how they lived.
Number 6, Athene Street, was a creamy-colored, largish house. There were no recognizable plants in the front yard, though the garden was large. (Number 3, a botanist, had actually gone down and checked each individual plant, and had confirmed to Ms. Number 7 that not one of the plants was any kind he'd seen before.) They had a large cat or rather small leopard, that they called Kneasle or Spot. And then there was just the strange appearance of the Potters. Mr. Gordo Potter was small and skinny, and his wife, Penelope, was, if possible, shorter. They both had jet-black hair, though Gordo's eyes were piercing blue, Penelope's hazel. Gordo had a rather long nose and always wore a black robe. Penelope scolded him for this, saying, "They Muggles'll see!" The Potters had a small son, called James, and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
Yes, the people on Athene Street all agreed that the Potters were strange folk and they were quite correct, though they didn't know about witches and wizards, or Hogwarts and wands, or Kneazles and Mandrakes. They knew nothing of the hidden wizarding world, and nothing of the destiny of James Potter, the father of the boy who lived.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Well... I like reviews... *hint hint* they're spiffy! Anyways, I'd just like to say that I really like this little chapter. It really hooks you to the story! Well... I should actually write something, instead of just typing... I have so many ideas!