Once Upon a Time

ONCE UPON A TIME
- CHAPTER THREE

(Authoress: Not much to say here, except: tell me of any grammer/spelling/other errors, as I have no beta; it's not that hard to figure out who 'Drake' is; whoever first can tell me the movie reference I made last chapter gets to help me decide a few things for the story (names for hatchlings (kids); preferably Japanese, but they don't all have to be). And don't forget to REVIEW!!!! I have hundreds of hits, but my reviews haven't even reached double digits, let alone their teens.)

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It was a shop whose outside was done in mostly black, with other colours. It was the one shop of Diagon Alley that was partially in Knockturn. The thing that really caught his attention was the sign. It looked as though it was done in blood and read 'Hot Topic' in jagged letters. Right above it, in minute curly writing, it also said 'The Wizarding World's First'.

A low 'buzz' was heard as he entered the shop, both mixing with the music and standing out.

POP.

Harry's head snapped to the counter and the girl lying on it.

She appeared to be about his age, and she had a strange assortment of clothes and other things making up her outfit.

The left side of her hair was cut short and gelled into spikes; the roots were a natural black, while the tips were the colours of a rainbow. The right side was just past chin-length, and died a bright, almost white, blonde. Her skin was pale, not sickly, and not overly so, only as if she hadn't seen a lot of sun in the past year or so; it made her sort of glow. She had a lot of piercings; she had a bar through her right eyebrow, one through her nose, one right below her lip, and a ring through her the left side of her lower lip, which was Slytherin green, with the upper lip a neon green. There were three piercings in her left ear, and five in her right. She had no less then four chokers that he could see around her neck, along with a Slytherin tie, which led to her dark-blue, long-sleeved fishnet undershirt, which was only black in the right light. On her left arm, she had on a pink arm warmer, with little cats dressed in a red shirt and blue overalls on it, and it said 'Hello Kitty' everywhere; on her right arm, the arm warmer was black, and Harry could see that the tiny, neon green squiggles all over it, was actually the word 'fuck' over and over again in different prints. Both arms had at least ten rainbow bracelets on each. She had on a strapless, diagonally-striped shirt, in black and green with a white-edged-silver skull and crossbones, and a Slytherin skirt, only shorter, to a little below her mid-thigh. Leading from the skirt, she had on a pair of leggings, and from what was seen, they were also diagonally-striped black and green. Right below her knees, were the reason he could only see a little of the leggings; a pair of knee-high boots were on her feet. The left one zipped up, and the right one buckled. But from the way they were done, with all of the buckles and the zipper having silver skulls and crossbones on them, he could tell that they were meant to be a pair, yet contrast at the same time. They were steel-toe boots, with yet another pair of silver skull and crossbones. Harry realized that the 'pop' he had heard was her electric blue bubble gum, and as she kept chewing, he saw yet another bar through her tongue.

"Hey," the other teen said, standing up and tossing her gum in the rubbish bin in the corner behind the counter, "do you want something, or are you just going to keep staring at me?"

Harry smirked and lowered his hood; "Actually," I would like a makeover."

The girl's bright orange eyes lit up, the kohl around them crinkling minutely, "Of course. I only need you to do two things. First," she turned, and leaned over, reaching under the counter. "I need you to replace that sign in the door with this one, and lock the door."

She handed him the sign, and he removed the 'wE aRe OpEn' sign from the door, slipping the 'mAkEoVeR iN pRoGrEsS - dOn'T eNtEr' in its place, and put the first sign on the table by the door. He locked the door; the lock slipping into place with a 'click', then turned and went back to where he had been.

"And secondly, tell me your name."

Harry ran a hand through his hair and said, "Because of who I am, I need you to tell me your's first."

"My name is Hoshiko Yuki Usagi, but you can call me Shiko. And you, are Harry Potter." Shiko waited for her last sentence to sink in, and she knew when it did.

"Well, Shiko, can we get - Wait, how did you know who I am?"

"When you ran your hand through your hair, your bangs flipped up a little and I saw part of your scar," she said, deciding to be blunt. "And yes, we can get started."

"You just love to do that, don't you?" Harry rhetorically asked his scar as Shiko giggled, shook her head, and picked up her cell phone, which was black with a little robot in a green dog suit on it(1), and dialed a number.

"Hey, Shiyo, we got a makeover here. Get down here, and bring the Makeover Mix."

A shout of "MAKEOVER!!!!" was heard from somewhere above them.

Shiko smirked, "She should be down in about, three.... two.... -"

A hole opened up in the ceiling and a pillow dropped down, along with a girl half a second later, nearly making Harry jump out of his skin.

"Hm. 'Didn't think you'd use the trapdoor," Shiko said, examining her nails, which were a pattern of alternating black and neon green, as if this were an every day occurrence.

"It's been forever since we've done a makeover," Shiyo said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Forever? It's only been a week."

"Same difference," Shiyo replied, waving it off.

"This," Shiko said, going ever to help Shiyo up, "is my younger twin -"

"Only by two minutes!" Shiyo retorted as she was helped up; the pillow floated back through the opening in the ceiling, which shut as soon as it was through.

"My younger twin sister," Shiko continued as if she hadn't heard her twin, "Hoshiyo Yuka Usagi, mostly known as Shiyo."

Shiyo wore exactly the same things as Shiko, only the sided she wore them on were swapped, along with the colours. (A/N: For example, since Shiko wears her 'Hello Kitty' arm warmer on her left arm, Shiyo wears hers on the right, or the short length of hair on Shiko's left is on Shiyo's right. And by colours, I just mean the order of striped and minor stuff like that.)

"And this, Shiyo," she said, pointing to Harry, "is out new victim."

"Oh, he's cute!" Shiyo cried, and proceeded to glomp him, her weight sending Harry staggering a couple of steps before he caught himself. "Can we keep 'im?" she asked her sister.

"Don't look so worried, we call all our makeover-ees victims. She does this to all of our hot-slash-cute customers. And no, you cannot keep him," she said, directing the last at her sister, as she then attempted to pull the teen off of Harry.

"But.... he's.... so.... -" Shiyo said, struggling to keep her hold on Harry.

"If you don't let him go, we can't make him over."

As soon as she heard those words, she instantly let go, then turned to her twin. “You never told me this one’s name,” she whispered theatrically, pointing at Harry.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Her twin stage-whispered back. "He's right there," she pointed at the male teen, too.

"Hey, bloke, what's your name?" Shiyo asked Harry, much more casual than she had been moments before.

Harry took a deep breath, scowled at the smirk that Shiko gave him behind her twin's back, and let it out.

"Harry Potter."

"Nice na - wait.

"WE GET TO MAKE OVER HARRY POTTER?!" Shiyo practically screamed, shrieking the last two words, grabbing onto her sister's shirt.

"Four things," Shiko whispered, "One, yes we do. Two, get your hands off of my shirt, before you wrinkle it more," she said smacking her sister's hands off of her shirt and sweeping out the non-existent wrinkles. "Three, thanks for making the rest of us go DEAF," she continued, shouting the last word in the direction of her sister's closest ear, "And four, how much sugar have you had?"

"None," Shiyo tried innocently, even as she licked the chocolate from her lips.

"You owe me four chocolate bars," Shiko told her sister.

"But I only ate two!"

"You pretty much screwed yourself into a hole with that one," Harry smirked.

"Whatever, let's just get this started!" Shiyo snapped, mad that her obviously crappy attempt was just that, and had failed.

"Hand me the Makeover Mix," Shiko ordered her sister, holding out her hand.

"Here," Shiyo grunted, pulling something from the pocket of her skirt ad slapping it into her twin's hand.

Shiko raised her eyebrow and looked at the neon green and black striped iPod in her hand.

"What?!" the other snapped.

"I don't trust anything that's been that close to your arse, especially this iPod,"

"But we share this skirt all the time!"

"But my arse is different than your arse."

"No, they aren't!"

"Harry, aren't our arses different?!" Shiko asked the male, both of them showing Harry their bums.

"From what I can tell, no - "

"Ha! I told you!" Shiyo broke in, pointing a finger at her sister.

"But I may be a little biased," the bloke continued, "considering that I don't favour arses of the two of your's gender."

"It looks like you can pay me back for those chocolate bars now, because you owe me ten Galleons," Shiko held out her hand to her sister.

"Damn," Shiyo said, reaching her other hand into her other skirt pocket and pulling out a small pouch of money.

"You bet on my sexuality?!" Harry gasped, slightly affronted.

"Don't feel special, we do it with everyone."

"Yeah, Drake's queer, too." Shiyo said, too, waving it off. She immediately covered her mouth.

"You weren't supposed to say that!" Shiko snapped, smacking the back of her sister's head.

Before the fight that Harry could tell was brewing evolved anymore, he held up his hands and said, "What's done is done, I'm not going to tell anyone unless he let's me. And anyway, I'm not attracted to him."

"Can we just make me over? I'm a little pressed for time," Harry suddenly said, realizing, as he looked at the clock in the corner, that he had already been gone 3/4 of an hour.

"Hai," the twins said, putting their hands together and bowing shallowly.

"Thank the deities for iPods," Shiko said, slipping the iPod into the dock.

"And docks," Shiyo added.

"And docks," Shiko agreed, finding the 'Makeover Mix' playlist and pressing the 'PLAY' button.

The music blared through the speakers moments later.

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(Authoress: I hoped you like this chapter, and hope it will hold you off until the next one, as I know what will happen in said chapter, I just don't know how; I haven't even put the next chapter into words. The next 'chapter' will be a poll on what 'ships I should do, which should be up by late tomorrow/early the day after at the latest, as soon as I figure out who to possibly 'ship.
The first one who can tell me who the little dog/robot is (and where he's from (show/movie/book/etc.), plus a little info about him) also gets to help me with names.
And if you can tell me how I can type in Japanese (actual Japanese (i.e. Hiragana/Katakana), not just the spelling of words (Romaji)) I will be forever indebted to you and whatever 'ship you pick (within reason; if I don't like it, you won't see it), I will, at least, mention (not promising anything else).
And I don't want anybody coming to me complaining about what I put in this story ("iPods didn't exist then!" ant other crap like that); I know for a fact that, right now in this story, it is the summer of 1996. I choose to put certain things in my story; plus, the iPod will help with part of the scene right after Harry goes back in time (when the flashback is over), which I consider pretty cool (the scene).
I REALLY NEED REVIEWS!!!!.... Please?.... Pretty please?.... With uber-hott Sal/Harry scenes on top? :[