The Absinthe Chronicles Book 1
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
4,352
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Harry Carry
I own not the Harry Potter universe and Absinthe can not be owned by anyone for she is a living soul I only helped to give birth too.
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Chapter Seven- Harry Carry
Harry had felt someone go past him when they came through the archway. He turned to look but didn't see anyone. On top of everything else that had happened in
the last two days, the other feelings had started acting strange. He had always had this happy little warm spot in him. It was what got him through his days, but as
soon as he had begun feeling happy, his warm fuzzy had turned cold and prickly. It was as if someone was calling to him for help, as if this warm fuzzy needed
him. Then he felt ... something, push past him and he had felt the tug even stronger. He saw people walking away but none of them looked like they were in a
hurry. The person who pushed past him was in a hurry. One person caught his eye though. A girl with multi-colored messy short hair was standing against a tree
looking like she was going to cry. He turned to ask Hagrid if he knew her, but when they turned back she was gone.
He was certain she was the same girl that was sitting in the bar next to the door. His mind must be playing tricks on him. With so many new experiences he was
sure anyone would be feeling a little off.
Absinthe walked into the store and looked at all the boxes lining the wall. They looked like boxes for ballet slippers and pointe shoes. Maybe she was in a dance
store. The shop keeper came to the front of the store at the appearance of a person. He stared at her for some time as if she was a ghost.
"Excuse me sir, What kind of shop is this?" 'I wish he'd stop staring at me that way'
"Why this is a wand shop Ms. Louvre, Olivanders Wand Shop, to be more specific.
"How do you know my name?" Absinthe began backing toward the door.
"I know every wand I have ever sold and every person I have ever sold it to. I know that your mother Julienne had an aspen 7 inches, dragons hide and your father
Sirius had an oak 9 & ½ inches with hippogriff feather. However I did not know that you ... existed so I was, ... am not prepared."
"Well don't worry about it, I'm not buying a wand." She turned to run out of the store and ran into a very tall hard body. She looked up into the darkest eyes she
had ever seen surrounded by a mass of shiny black hair. Thick black cloaks were around her covering her from view and she suddenly felt a strange tingling and
the ground disappeared. In a second the cobblestone of the street had been replaced with green grass. She was sat back down on the ground and released from the
cloaks. In front of her was a tall angry looking man, the same dark eyes and hair, but now she could see more. His features were angular and he looked like he
frowned often. He looked familiar, but in her daze of overactive brain activity she couldn't place him. Some part of her brain noticed that he must be the same age
as her mom. As her mom had been. The rush of emotions finally over took her and she fell to the ground half crying, half fainting. She felt herself being lifted and
cradled and didn't fight. She was tired of trying to be strong, and she was tired of being alone, and she was just tired.
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Chapter Seven- Harry Carry
Harry had felt someone go past him when they came through the archway. He turned to look but didn't see anyone. On top of everything else that had happened in
the last two days, the other feelings had started acting strange. He had always had this happy little warm spot in him. It was what got him through his days, but as
soon as he had begun feeling happy, his warm fuzzy had turned cold and prickly. It was as if someone was calling to him for help, as if this warm fuzzy needed
him. Then he felt ... something, push past him and he had felt the tug even stronger. He saw people walking away but none of them looked like they were in a
hurry. The person who pushed past him was in a hurry. One person caught his eye though. A girl with multi-colored messy short hair was standing against a tree
looking like she was going to cry. He turned to ask Hagrid if he knew her, but when they turned back she was gone.
He was certain she was the same girl that was sitting in the bar next to the door. His mind must be playing tricks on him. With so many new experiences he was
sure anyone would be feeling a little off.
Absinthe walked into the store and looked at all the boxes lining the wall. They looked like boxes for ballet slippers and pointe shoes. Maybe she was in a dance
store. The shop keeper came to the front of the store at the appearance of a person. He stared at her for some time as if she was a ghost.
"Excuse me sir, What kind of shop is this?" 'I wish he'd stop staring at me that way'
"Why this is a wand shop Ms. Louvre, Olivanders Wand Shop, to be more specific.
"How do you know my name?" Absinthe began backing toward the door.
"I know every wand I have ever sold and every person I have ever sold it to. I know that your mother Julienne had an aspen 7 inches, dragons hide and your father
Sirius had an oak 9 & ½ inches with hippogriff feather. However I did not know that you ... existed so I was, ... am not prepared."
"Well don't worry about it, I'm not buying a wand." She turned to run out of the store and ran into a very tall hard body. She looked up into the darkest eyes she
had ever seen surrounded by a mass of shiny black hair. Thick black cloaks were around her covering her from view and she suddenly felt a strange tingling and
the ground disappeared. In a second the cobblestone of the street had been replaced with green grass. She was sat back down on the ground and released from the
cloaks. In front of her was a tall angry looking man, the same dark eyes and hair, but now she could see more. His features were angular and he looked like he
frowned often. He looked familiar, but in her daze of overactive brain activity she couldn't place him. Some part of her brain noticed that he must be the same age
as her mom. As her mom had been. The rush of emotions finally over took her and she fell to the ground half crying, half fainting. She felt herself being lifted and
cradled and didn't fight. She was tired of trying to be strong, and she was tired of being alone, and she was just tired.