Tell him you are indeed Potter
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| - | “Yes | + | “Yes,” you say hesitantly. |
| - | He has a disgruntled look on his face | + | He has a disgruntled look on his face, as though this is the last place he wants to be. |
“I was sent here by Headmaster Dumbledore to check on you.” | “I was sent here by Headmaster Dumbledore to check on you.” | ||
| - | “Who’s that?” | + | “Who’s that?” you ask uncertainly. |
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A look of disbelief flashes over his face, before it is quickly replaced by a sneer. | A look of disbelief flashes over his face, before it is quickly replaced by a sneer. | ||
“Do you believe in magic, Mr.Potter?” A look of absolute seriousness is plastered on his face. | “Do you believe in magic, Mr.Potter?” A look of absolute seriousness is plastered on his face. | ||
| - | You frown at the absurdity of the question | + | You frown at the absurdity of the question. |
| - | + | “Of course not,” you answer. | |
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| - | + | His mouth twists into a cruel smirk at those words. “I see. Well then, I am here to inform you that your home has been burned down.” | |
| - | + | “What?” you yell. “When did this happen?” | |
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| - | + | “Just now. As I said, I was sent here by Headmaster Dumbledore. He feared the worst had happened. Now that I see you are safe, I am here to bring you to Hogwarts.” | |
| - | + | He moves towards you menacingly. You have a million questions to ask. But the way the man is advancing towards you with a look of hatred on his face, puts all curiosity out of your mind. You gulp in fear. | |
| - | [[Swing the plastic bag over your shoulder and aim for the man]] | + | Do you: |
| + | *[[Run away from the greasy-haired man]] | ||
| + | *[[Swing the plastic bag over your shoulder and aim for the man]] | ||
| + | [[Category: Harry Potter]] | ||
Current revision as of 21:05, 26 June 2008
“Yes,” you say hesitantly.
He has a disgruntled look on his face, as though this is the last place he wants to be. “I was sent here by Headmaster Dumbledore to check on you.”
“Who’s that?” you ask uncertainly.
A look of disbelief flashes over his face, before it is quickly replaced by a sneer.
“Do you believe in magic, Mr.Potter?” A look of absolute seriousness is plastered on his face. You frown at the absurdity of the question.
“Of course not,” you answer.
His mouth twists into a cruel smirk at those words. “I see. Well then, I am here to inform you that your home has been burned down.”
“What?” you yell. “When did this happen?”
“Just now. As I said, I was sent here by Headmaster Dumbledore. He feared the worst had happened. Now that I see you are safe, I am here to bring you to Hogwarts.”
He moves towards you menacingly. You have a million questions to ask. But the way the man is advancing towards you with a look of hatred on his face, puts all curiosity out of your mind. You gulp in fear.
Do you:
