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"The Book of Dobby: Per Arcana ad Astra" by Doghead Thirteen“Oi cuz, someone phoned for ya. A bird, and she sounds pretty skelping mad.”
“Thanks, Dudley.” Harry said, accepting the cordless phone handset his cousin was vaguely waving at him.
“Hi, Harry here.”
“Harry James Potter, you have got a lot of bloody explaining to do!” came a resoundingly pissed-off Hermione Granger voice. “I have just been jumped on by three house elves in gas masks and slapped with wet kippers to the point I can’t sit down, and from what they were yelling it’s YOUR FAULT!”
Harry removed the handset from his ear and gave it a quizzical look.
“What.” he said. “The. Fuck?”
Sunday was not a day that Asuka liked. In fact, you could say that Asuka hated Sundays.
Of course, she had a good reason to hate it. While most people were at home relaxing, she was at work, trying to control the miserable group of human beings that through some fallacy in their legal system, had become police officers. Plus it came right before Monday, which everybody hated.
This is a LIVER!! Not a brain! Dammit, you've seen more dead bodies than Dr. Kevorkian and you still can't identify major organs!
"A woman's mind is a terrible, ancient mystery. One of those mysteries that we've never been able to unlock or understand, and possibly never will. Like geometry."
Minerva McGonnagall sat and stared at the parchment before her, she hated to admit it but she was perplexed by what she'd just seen as she'd never seen or heard anything like it happening before. The list of names of the latest crop of potential students for Hogwarts was usually set for eleven years before the owls with their invitations were sent. Names of newborns appeared all the time, and some even disappeared if the child died but names of eleven year old children did not just appear on the parchment, and certainly not a full grown adult who was untrained in magic. That was where her problem lay, she had both on her hands and wasn't quite sure how to handle it.
The lad was eleven according to the list and in accordance with the rules of the ministry she'd sent the Hogwarts acceptance letter. The other unusual thing was that the other name kept fading in and out, another thing she'd never seen in her time as deputy headmistress. The fading name wasn't that of a potential student though because 'he', was in his mid thirties and Hogwarts was not renowned for its adult training facilities….there were remedial tutors for such things, with the usual stigma attached that would deem the student to be below par.
It had been twelve days since the boys birthday and yet none of the owls she'd sent out had returned with a reply or at all for that matter, to be perfectly frank she was worried about the situation. Minerva felt uneasy, an unspecified sense of dread where these two were concerned. Not to mention the fact that their current address was truly strange, it stated, River Thames near – and then stated the name of the nearest town or village. From what she could tell they were travelling up the course of the river by boat and making fairly good time too. Not that it really mattered all that much, the address was only for the purpose of placing on the envelope and had nothing to do with the owls that had been sent. Owls homed in on a person's aura rather like a pigeon could always find its way home.
"Be that as it may Albus I'd still like to know. That's not the only thing either, since the boys birthday twelve days ago I have sent out eleven owls, none of which have returned, I'm currently contemplating whether I should send another."
"Hmmm, that is a puzzle, I suggest that you send one more owl and if no response is forthcoming then we should make a personal approach."
"Is that wise? We don't know anything about these people, even their names are unfamiliar," she lamented, the family name wasn't even close to any family that she'd heard of in Europe.
Wild Horse of Hogwarts, Chapter 1"Quiet down boy, I thought you said you were cold? If that's the case why aren't you sitting by the fire drying out? Do you think I'll take it easy on you just because you foolishly got sick?" That seemed to work as the ld headed for the cheery flames amidst the darkening forest. Ranma was almost halfway to the fire when he caught the smell of roasting meat. It was unusual enough that Ranma was actually impressed with the fact that his pops had managed to supplement their diet of rice with some of the local fauna when he normally wasn't a very good hunter.
"Hey cool, you caught another one. I dunno pops, they must be real easy to catch."
"Hn," Genma grunted something non-committal since if he were being honest it really was easy to catch them and the little blighters brought their own kindling with them as well. He knew he'd get more respect from the boy if he believed it was skill rather than the creatures flying right up to him and shaking a leg at him. The local wildlife was insane if you asked him and he was doing them a favour to put them out of their misery.
Spokavriel wrote: It sadly still has only two chapters even with it being a great start. No addition since 2009 after only a 4 month span between chapters.
Is there any here who feel they are unable to shoot, and kill, a former friend?
"Bah!" Snake scoffed, "laws are people who don't have guns!"
Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'd just held some hope that there was a vestige of mercy and humanity left within you, and that you could escape the situation without killing anyone.
This has gone on long enough! It's time we remind these bastards why our own government thought we were too dangerous to keep around!
Okay, look at it this way; as secular terrorists rather than religious fanatics, we get to use advanced weapons and heinous monsters in combat, rather than strapping bombs to our bodies and hoping that God will appreciate our efforts.
What is this word 'sober', and why does it fill me with fear and loathing?
You know, I don't know which is worse," Ranma commented as he grabbed two of the cage's iron bars and bent them outward, "that all the horrible things you say are true, or that all the horrible things you do work out for the best.
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