The End of Pretence
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Chapter Two
Thanks Jilliane! Very much appreciate your suggestions. Don’t know where I got the math for that one! I also tried to go back and change all the tenses, told you I hate grammar. I read over this chapter and found a few of them too. Thanks to everyone else too. Your wonderful!
As for the stretch thing, I don’t know what happened. It was okay on my laptop, but it has a wider screen than most computers. I’ve read stories where it’s stretched out though, and agree it’s incredibly annoying, so I added line breaks to the previous chapter to try and fix it. Tell me if it does it for this one too.
As for this one, sorry for the brevity but I was almost pulling my hair out trying to get it out. I typed it around three times before I was marginally happy with it. This is a lot harder than I thought. I also wanted to warn ya’ll I’ll be working the next five days, so productivity might slow. This wall I can’t seem to get past also hinders progress.
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Chapter Two
January 1990
Age 9
It had been simple to get them to leave him on this street corner again. All he had to do was look terrified when they picked him up that first time, and again whenever they mentioned it. It was rather easy to get the Dursleys to do what you wanted. As for any other suggestions (because Vernon did love to tell you what was going to happen before hand, so you could build up fear of course) such as another street corner or a babysitter, all he had to do was show relief.
He had been back to the leaky cauldron many of times, enough so that he knew the make-up on his scar was a must. After he heard the patrons going on about his scar and someone who couldn’t be named one day, he decided to go get some of his own because his aunt was sure to catch on sooner or later. He counted out a bit of his precious stash he kept in the far corner of his cupboard, under the bottommost stairs. He figured it was the safest in the whole house: too narrow for his uncle and cousin, and too dirty for his aunt. In it, he kept his treasures. There he also kept the coins and small bills that his family always seemed to misplace. Really, when one has been doing the laundry since one was 5, it was simple. He had carefully counted out the correct change, having bought some for his aunt at the market before, and added it to his pocket the next time they sent him to the corner market. He almost felt like that spy in the movie they had seen the other day in school.
After he got that taken care of, he felt freer in his investigations. Of course he had made it to that back alley again. It seemed to be the reason most people came here. Imagine his surprise the first time he saw someone take a stick, tap it on a brick, and calmly step though after the wall melted. He then made it a habit to hide in that barrel the next few times he came. He watched all sorts go though this wall, till it was almost boring. He had also seen enough glimpses of the other side to know how surprising it was going to be the day he finally walked through the melting wall. Which happened to be today. It was a rather cold January, and the blasts of heat were entirely too inviting.
He had gotten control of that wanting thing. After he had seen all the funny dressed people floating things and watching moving picture, he decided he wasn’t as freakish as his family told him. It seemed their wands, those sticks they were carrying, were what they used to make it happen. Harry didn’t have one. He was use to making due though, and he decided since he could do it before without one, why should he need one now. Besides, it seemed rather silly to have to rely on something as flimsy as a stick when you wanted something. To test himself, he did stuff to warrant a long stay in his cupboard. Once he was there, he tried willing things to happen. When it didn’t work on his first try, Harry had been a bit disappointed, but he was anything but a quitter. After a few more tries, he decided to use a few of those swishing motions he’d seen those people use with their wands. Imagine his surprise when a country breakfast appeared on his cot in front of him. After that, it was easier getting this magic to do what he wanted. Not that he dared let his family catch on, but he even used a bit to get some of his chores done now a days.
He waited until he got it pretty much ironed out before he decided to try it on this wall though.
He checked to makes sure no one was coming and crept up to the wall. He had noticed they all tapped the same brick, so he crossed his fingers, said a quick prayer, and jabbed.
It worked! The wall melted!
Harry realized none of his fleeting looks could have prepared him for what lay beyond the wall. It was fantastic! There were owls and cauldrons and apothecaries selling bat eyes and dragon scales. It was wonderful.
Harry used his trick of looking like he was suppose to be here to go unnoticed so he could fully explore this new world. One thing he realized long ago was if you conformed to peoples expectations, they never looked deeper. Harry was very good at figuring out what people wanted to believe. As he walked along the street, he tried to decide where the first place to go should be. That’s when he saw the four youngest of the Weasley brood coming out of the ice cream parlor on the corner. He had notice the youngest male, Ronald, was a bit of a whinny loud mouth. He was great for over hearing information. Harry decided he was a wonderful prospect.
“But I don’t want to use his old wand. I am suppose to be Harry Potter’s best friend. I should only have the best!”
Really, they honestly thought that he would latch on to that. It was enough to make him gag.
“You should be so lucky. You get to be his friend. I’m going to marry him and be the richest witch in London. Dumbledore says,” piped up the youngest girl, “That as soon as I marry him he’ll give me control of all those galleons in Harry’s vaults.”
“Oh Ginny, you have to share!”
Well that’s new. Not only am I suppose to become friends with that pretentious prick, but I’m suppose to marry his sister too?
Harry looked to see what the twins were up to. From watching the Weasleys come into the pub numerous times, he new they were the ones to watch. They were also the only ones in the family he thought he could be friends with. Seeing they were about to pull a prank on their siblings, Harry settled in for a show. The twins were master pranksters.
As the two oblivious younger siblings nattered on about gallons or something, the twins snuck up and each slipped something into their pockets. They knew their siblings well, because pretty soon they were arguing over who had the most pocket money. When they reached into their pocket they brought out what looked to be humongous tarantulas. Ronald completely broke down, screaming like a girl before he collapsed in a dead feint. Ginny, on the other hand, whirled and with a shriek that gave their mother a run for her money, slapped the twins and made painful hand marks sprout. It didn’t even phase the two older boys (Harry had a sneaking suspicion hey were used to this reation), they were too busy laughing at Ronald.
Needless to say, after they resuscitated the wimp, the group split into two. Harry decided to brave mindlessness of the younger two to see if they’d blab anything else. He was about to follow them into a shop that seemed to sell brooms and was very popular with the younger ones when two sets of arms pulled him into an alley way.
“We have noticed-“
“you following us and-“
you seem to be familiar. We would-“
“like to inquire as to who-“
“you are and why we should not tell.”
It took Harry a few minutes to decipher out the twin speak, but when he did, he had to smile. They didn’t immediately turn him in; it seemed he was right in his belief that they could be trusted. He noticed that they were still sporting their sister’s retribution for their prank.
He waved his hand at them, removing the boils and said, “I’m Harry Potter, it’s nice to finally speak with you.”
Their eyes lit with amusement and deviousness.
again, suggestions and constuctive criticism welcome
~Alto~
As for the stretch thing, I don’t know what happened. It was okay on my laptop, but it has a wider screen than most computers. I’ve read stories where it’s stretched out though, and agree it’s incredibly annoying, so I added line breaks to the previous chapter to try and fix it. Tell me if it does it for this one too.
As for this one, sorry for the brevity but I was almost pulling my hair out trying to get it out. I typed it around three times before I was marginally happy with it. This is a lot harder than I thought. I also wanted to warn ya’ll I’ll be working the next five days, so productivity might slow. This wall I can’t seem to get past also hinders progress.
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Chapter Two
January 1990
Age 9
It had been simple to get them to leave him on this street corner again. All he had to do was look terrified when they picked him up that first time, and again whenever they mentioned it. It was rather easy to get the Dursleys to do what you wanted. As for any other suggestions (because Vernon did love to tell you what was going to happen before hand, so you could build up fear of course) such as another street corner or a babysitter, all he had to do was show relief.
He had been back to the leaky cauldron many of times, enough so that he knew the make-up on his scar was a must. After he heard the patrons going on about his scar and someone who couldn’t be named one day, he decided to go get some of his own because his aunt was sure to catch on sooner or later. He counted out a bit of his precious stash he kept in the far corner of his cupboard, under the bottommost stairs. He figured it was the safest in the whole house: too narrow for his uncle and cousin, and too dirty for his aunt. In it, he kept his treasures. There he also kept the coins and small bills that his family always seemed to misplace. Really, when one has been doing the laundry since one was 5, it was simple. He had carefully counted out the correct change, having bought some for his aunt at the market before, and added it to his pocket the next time they sent him to the corner market. He almost felt like that spy in the movie they had seen the other day in school.
After he got that taken care of, he felt freer in his investigations. Of course he had made it to that back alley again. It seemed to be the reason most people came here. Imagine his surprise the first time he saw someone take a stick, tap it on a brick, and calmly step though after the wall melted. He then made it a habit to hide in that barrel the next few times he came. He watched all sorts go though this wall, till it was almost boring. He had also seen enough glimpses of the other side to know how surprising it was going to be the day he finally walked through the melting wall. Which happened to be today. It was a rather cold January, and the blasts of heat were entirely too inviting.
He had gotten control of that wanting thing. After he had seen all the funny dressed people floating things and watching moving picture, he decided he wasn’t as freakish as his family told him. It seemed their wands, those sticks they were carrying, were what they used to make it happen. Harry didn’t have one. He was use to making due though, and he decided since he could do it before without one, why should he need one now. Besides, it seemed rather silly to have to rely on something as flimsy as a stick when you wanted something. To test himself, he did stuff to warrant a long stay in his cupboard. Once he was there, he tried willing things to happen. When it didn’t work on his first try, Harry had been a bit disappointed, but he was anything but a quitter. After a few more tries, he decided to use a few of those swishing motions he’d seen those people use with their wands. Imagine his surprise when a country breakfast appeared on his cot in front of him. After that, it was easier getting this magic to do what he wanted. Not that he dared let his family catch on, but he even used a bit to get some of his chores done now a days.
He waited until he got it pretty much ironed out before he decided to try it on this wall though.
He checked to makes sure no one was coming and crept up to the wall. He had noticed they all tapped the same brick, so he crossed his fingers, said a quick prayer, and jabbed.
It worked! The wall melted!
Harry realized none of his fleeting looks could have prepared him for what lay beyond the wall. It was fantastic! There were owls and cauldrons and apothecaries selling bat eyes and dragon scales. It was wonderful.
Harry used his trick of looking like he was suppose to be here to go unnoticed so he could fully explore this new world. One thing he realized long ago was if you conformed to peoples expectations, they never looked deeper. Harry was very good at figuring out what people wanted to believe. As he walked along the street, he tried to decide where the first place to go should be. That’s when he saw the four youngest of the Weasley brood coming out of the ice cream parlor on the corner. He had notice the youngest male, Ronald, was a bit of a whinny loud mouth. He was great for over hearing information. Harry decided he was a wonderful prospect.
“But I don’t want to use his old wand. I am suppose to be Harry Potter’s best friend. I should only have the best!”
Really, they honestly thought that he would latch on to that. It was enough to make him gag.
“You should be so lucky. You get to be his friend. I’m going to marry him and be the richest witch in London. Dumbledore says,” piped up the youngest girl, “That as soon as I marry him he’ll give me control of all those galleons in Harry’s vaults.”
“Oh Ginny, you have to share!”
Well that’s new. Not only am I suppose to become friends with that pretentious prick, but I’m suppose to marry his sister too?
Harry looked to see what the twins were up to. From watching the Weasleys come into the pub numerous times, he new they were the ones to watch. They were also the only ones in the family he thought he could be friends with. Seeing they were about to pull a prank on their siblings, Harry settled in for a show. The twins were master pranksters.
As the two oblivious younger siblings nattered on about gallons or something, the twins snuck up and each slipped something into their pockets. They knew their siblings well, because pretty soon they were arguing over who had the most pocket money. When they reached into their pocket they brought out what looked to be humongous tarantulas. Ronald completely broke down, screaming like a girl before he collapsed in a dead feint. Ginny, on the other hand, whirled and with a shriek that gave their mother a run for her money, slapped the twins and made painful hand marks sprout. It didn’t even phase the two older boys (Harry had a sneaking suspicion hey were used to this reation), they were too busy laughing at Ronald.
Needless to say, after they resuscitated the wimp, the group split into two. Harry decided to brave mindlessness of the younger two to see if they’d blab anything else. He was about to follow them into a shop that seemed to sell brooms and was very popular with the younger ones when two sets of arms pulled him into an alley way.
“We have noticed-“
“you following us and-“
you seem to be familiar. We would-“
“like to inquire as to who-“
“you are and why we should not tell.”
It took Harry a few minutes to decipher out the twin speak, but when he did, he had to smile. They didn’t immediately turn him in; it seemed he was right in his belief that they could be trusted. He noticed that they were still sporting their sister’s retribution for their prank.
He waved his hand at them, removing the boils and said, “I’m Harry Potter, it’s nice to finally speak with you.”
Their eyes lit with amusement and deviousness.
again, suggestions and constuctive criticism welcome
~Alto~