- It isn't illegal to do this, since the publisher ilitumwa it up on the internet first, just in hard to read handwriting.
OK, So this is J.K Rowling's 2 Page StoryCard.
Read it first, and the read my thoughts about it.
Then, wewe can post your's in the comments!!
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The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,"Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shati as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The sekunde boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed by-by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failure to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," alisema the boy in glasses,"only we were trying--"
"Don't get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver."Er-Well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba...Elvendork..."
"And what's nice about that one is, wewe can use it for a boy au a girl," alisema the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did wewe mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage."You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"
"Things'll be seriously black for wewe in a minute, wewe cheeky little-"
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a sekunde later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing zaidi than-
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting wewe on a charge of--"
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment,the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on juu of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine."We owe wewe one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" alisema James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"
There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
From the prequel I am not working on-but that was fun! J.K. Rowling.2008
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I kinda thought that this was a bit like a Fred/George story, only way zaidi rebellious and the REALLY odd thing was they used magic in front of muggles! So...
OK, So this is J.K Rowling's 2 Page StoryCard.
Read it first, and the read my thoughts about it.
Then, wewe can post your's in the comments!!
*********
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,"Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shati as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The sekunde boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed by-by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failure to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," alisema the boy in glasses,"only we were trying--"
"Don't get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver."Er-Well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba...Elvendork..."
"And what's nice about that one is, wewe can use it for a boy au a girl," alisema the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did wewe mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage."You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"
"Things'll be seriously black for wewe in a minute, wewe cheeky little-"
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a sekunde later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing zaidi than-
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting wewe on a charge of--"
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment,the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on juu of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine."We owe wewe one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" alisema James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"
There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
From the prequel I am not working on-but that was fun! J.K. Rowling.2008
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I kinda thought that this was a bit like a Fred/George story, only way zaidi rebellious and the REALLY odd thing was they used magic in front of muggles! So...
Well I personally like the epilogue, I mean I upendo it , I think it's well written and everything, but I feel weird about it becausese I feel like if I'm watching my Marafiki au myself all grown up with kids an everything :D and I don't know it's weird for me, I don't know how I'm going to react when I watch it in DH part 2, it'll be weird for me. I mean we have seen harry, ron and hermione from 11 years old to 17 and then the epilogue they are all grown up and I feel just weird.
Please don't miss understand me. I do like the epilogue :D
Please don't miss understand me. I do like the epilogue :D
If Hp were to have a soundtrack with "real" song's what song's do wewe think would fit each film?
- Paramore : We Are Broken. link (guy voice version)
Goes together with the escalating war happening in OOTP
-Death Cab : I Will Follow wewe Into The Dark
link
I picture Harry in DH surrounded kwa his parents, Sirius, and Lupin to this song.
-Across the Universe/The Beatles
link
Battle of Hogwarts!
-Across the Universe/The Beatles
link
I was thinking this before Harry sees Princes Tale!
- Paramore : We Are Broken. link (guy voice version)
Goes together with the escalating war happening in OOTP
-Death Cab : I Will Follow wewe Into The Dark
link
I picture Harry in DH surrounded kwa his parents, Sirius, and Lupin to this song.
-Across the Universe/The Beatles
link
Battle of Hogwarts!
-Across the Universe/The Beatles
link
I was thinking this before Harry sees Princes Tale!
Harry Potter sit down and got real to go to Hogwarts. Was he picked up his wand and then noted that something was wrong Fred had to took his real wand and put a fake one in it’s place.. harry jumped up and yelled at Fred and saying that if he ever took his wand and placed it with a fake one that he would use a lot of spells on him that would make him not funny. “harry no no I want do it a again I promise ‘ “you better not and don’t think of doing again of I I “ “or want harry can’t think of anythink to do “ alisema Fred “yes I can but I wouldn’t hurt wewe your one of the funniest person I know “
sorry if i made some miskis and stuff this is just part one
sorry if i made some miskis and stuff this is just part one
1. Put a whopee cushion on Delores Umbridge's seat. When she asks wewe why it's there, respond with, "The dark lord is back. Watch yourself." And than walk away.
2. Blare loud muggle rap muziki from your office and scream "Oh yeah, baby!" And "Whoa yeah!" At bila mpangilio times.
3. Install lighting in the Department of Mysteries and call it the "Department of Lighting."
4. Scream in the hall, "Bellatrix! Why have wewe left me?" And than ask the nearest person if they would like to jiunge wewe for a butterbeer after work.
5. Tell everyone that wewe have a secret. When they ask wewe what it is, say "Meet me at Hogwarts." When they ask why, simply stand there until another person comes kwa and ask them if they want a free broomstick.
6. Walk up to an employee and ask "Where did fudge go?" When they say he left the ministry, scream in there faces that he didn't leave.
Well, that's all I've got. Thanks for reading.
2. Blare loud muggle rap muziki from your office and scream "Oh yeah, baby!" And "Whoa yeah!" At bila mpangilio times.
3. Install lighting in the Department of Mysteries and call it the "Department of Lighting."
4. Scream in the hall, "Bellatrix! Why have wewe left me?" And than ask the nearest person if they would like to jiunge wewe for a butterbeer after work.
5. Tell everyone that wewe have a secret. When they ask wewe what it is, say "Meet me at Hogwarts." When they ask why, simply stand there until another person comes kwa and ask them if they want a free broomstick.
6. Walk up to an employee and ask "Where did fudge go?" When they say he left the ministry, scream in there faces that he didn't leave.
Well, that's all I've got. Thanks for reading.