Tuesday, 1 February 2011
03:01:33 PM (GMT)
Kupika keeps dying on me.
So i'm writing a new masterpiece, based on Harry Potter which has nothing to do with
the several other ones i posted previously.
Here's a quick preview:
"Several hours later, James, Sirius and Peter clambered back through the portrait
hole, tired, muddy and scratched. Lily and Mary looked up from their corner (in which
they had been discussing the curious happenings of that morning) and watched the boys
pointedly as they wearily climbed the stairs to their dormitory. Once in the
dormitory, James closed the door and locked it with a flick of his wand.
“Seriously, where is he?” He half expected Sirius to make ‘the joke’, but
when simple silence followed his question, he continued. “Where in the name of
Merlin’s saggy left testicle is that son of a bitch?”
“Calm down mate, he can’t have gone far.”
“That’s easy for you to say. He could be in Hogsmeade, he could be… anywhere.
For Dumbledore’s sake, he could be molesting muggles! He could have bitten someone,
Sirius.” James roared, kicking the end of his bed and turning to look out of the
window, scanning the grounds desperately for any sign of his missing friend.
“We… Let’s go to Dumbledore. He’ll know what to do, James. It’s no good
getting yourself worked up about it.” Sirius got to his feet, flicked his wand in
the direction of the door and strode from the room- not forgetting to grab James’
wrist on the way and drag him with him along."
Should anyone wish to read this story in its entirety, please send me a letter and i
shall mail you the attachment.