04-23-2006, 09:54 PM
I was struck by a bit of a plot bunny earlier, and am trying to write it out. Here's some of what I have so far; don't worry if you don't understand some of the references -- I don't expect you to, and knowing most of the series involved won't be important to following the story, as I fully plan to have Harry try to explain his new "family" once he gets to Hogwarts.
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Harry Potter and the Screwed-Up Life
Prologue One
by
Aleh
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"What the $@%# is going on?"
I looked around in shock; the last minute, I had been trying to work out the details of a psychology internship, and the next, I found myself in the middle of what appeared to be London. Don't get me wrong; I like traveling, but this was ridiculous. Considering my state, the baby that fell from the sky and proceeded to bounce off the ground and into my arms just drove me further into shock. Looking around and spotting a police officer, I tried to explain myself, only to be laughed off. While I considered approaching one of the idiots dancing around in a dress, none of them looked like they'd know anything, either, so I just continued looking for some sort of an explanation while trying to calm the baby, who looked like he had some sort of nasty, half-healed cut on his forehead.
Two hours later, I was short twenty dollars, but the baby's head had been bandaged and I had calmed down enough to look more closely at him. At a closer look, "baby" wasn't entirely accurate; I guessed him to be around a year old, although someone had wrapped him like an infant. What really got me was the note that was tucked under his arm. Stopping to read it, I paused in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me."
In comparison to that note, the fact that I suddenly found myself in Tokyo, Harry Potter in tow, wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that a swirling purple vortex suddenly dropped an infant at my feet was only a minor surprise at that point, but I was too deeply in shock to really care about the fact that I recognized the kid beyond the fact that it was yet another instance of some god deciding to screw with my life. Turning towards the Heavens, I decided to vent a little.
"What's next? Uzumaki Naruto? Ueki Kousuke? Ikari Shinji? Maybe Kuchiki Byakuya?"
Another swirling vortex promptly discharged four more infants, each wearing clothes that conveniently included name tags.
"That's not exactly a whole lot better, you know!"
I sighed, paused and decided to make another appeal to the Heavens.
"What the Hell am I supposed to do with them, anyway?"
Considering that I promptly found myself in front of a house bearing the sign "Okashii Orphanage for Extraordinary Children", I think that my reaction was justified.
"Okay, I get the hint already!"
I sighed and started on the task of trying to raise Harry Potter, Rekka Hanabishi, Robert Haydn, Gaara of the Desert, Rei Ayanami and Toushirou Hitsugaya.
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Two months later, things had settled down somewhat. My impromptu orphanage was, judging by where the front door lead, apparently in a Japanese town named "Nekomi", less than a block from a Buddhist temple. The "orphanage" apparently had all of the appropriate papers filed and a reasonably large bank account, I was apparently registered as a citizen of Japan, my parents apparently didn't exist, Gaara and Toushirou apparently disappeared for several hours each day, my Japanese was a lot better than it should have been, there were doors in the orphanage apparently leading to various places throughout the world, and my eye still twitched whenever I thought about the fact that my orphanage's sponsor was apparently the "Ueki Haruko Memorial Fund", but I got along reasonably well and the kids had started to grow on me. The fact that the house had a decent computer and internet access didn't hurt, either, but the six of them had started to grow on me. In fact, I would have suspected that divine forces were trying to make things easier on me had I not known better. As I did know better, I didn't have any suspicions of the sort; the name of the fund providing for the orphanage was more than enough of a hint for things to go well beyond mere suspicion.
I had tried to get help or to find a way back to my life several times, but I couldn't just abandon the children, and that limited my options. More, I had discovered, shortly after the one-year anniversary of my "acquisition" of the six children, that Gaara and Toushirou were "disappearing" back to Sunagakure and Rukongai, respectively. I had hired help, but there was no way that I would trust my assistant, an Atsuko Natsume, although she insisted I call her "Nuku-Nuku", alone with kids for very long and no one else was responding to my ads. Every now and then, Harry would do something weird, like turning Nuku-Nuku's hair green or covering my skin in green polka dots, but overall, he was a pleasant and helpful child.
Of course, few things last long, and the same went for my comfortable ideas as to just who had been playing around with my life. Shortly after Harry's fourth birthday, I was approached by another potential assistant, a woman who introduced herself as Athena Kohasei. Given her first name, I probably should have realized who and what she was, but I was both desperate and stressed. To make a rather long story short, the conversation proceeded until I mentioned that I was afraid that my "children" -- I truly had taken them as my own by this point -- all had long and difficult roads to walk, would probably face obstacles that I couldn't even begin to help them with, and that I wished that I had the power to stand by their sides and lend them assistance when they faced their destinies without becoming a burden.
As her face began to glow and a beam of light shot through the ceiling, I just sighed, palmed my face, and once again turned towards the heavens.
"Why me?" I asked, palming my face before turning to Athena. "You know," I stated flatly, "I'd have said something else if I'd known you were here to grant me a wish."
Edit: The idea, BTW, is to follow Harry as he goes to Hogwarts, not the "family", although other stories, following the others, might be an idea.
Edit2: Replaced the above text with a more proofread version.
Edit3: Replaced the above with the full first prologue.-- This message brought to you by Ely Lilly, makers of SeraFem: Happy Pills for PMS.
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Harry Potter and the Screwed-Up Life
Prologue One
by
Aleh
-------------------
"What the $@%# is going on?"
I looked around in shock; the last minute, I had been trying to work out the details of a psychology internship, and the next, I found myself in the middle of what appeared to be London. Don't get me wrong; I like traveling, but this was ridiculous. Considering my state, the baby that fell from the sky and proceeded to bounce off the ground and into my arms just drove me further into shock. Looking around and spotting a police officer, I tried to explain myself, only to be laughed off. While I considered approaching one of the idiots dancing around in a dress, none of them looked like they'd know anything, either, so I just continued looking for some sort of an explanation while trying to calm the baby, who looked like he had some sort of nasty, half-healed cut on his forehead.
Two hours later, I was short twenty dollars, but the baby's head had been bandaged and I had calmed down enough to look more closely at him. At a closer look, "baby" wasn't entirely accurate; I guessed him to be around a year old, although someone had wrapped him like an infant. What really got me was the note that was tucked under his arm. Stopping to read it, I paused in shock.
"You've got to be kidding me."
In comparison to that note, the fact that I suddenly found myself in Tokyo, Harry Potter in tow, wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that a swirling purple vortex suddenly dropped an infant at my feet was only a minor surprise at that point, but I was too deeply in shock to really care about the fact that I recognized the kid beyond the fact that it was yet another instance of some god deciding to screw with my life. Turning towards the Heavens, I decided to vent a little.
"What's next? Uzumaki Naruto? Ueki Kousuke? Ikari Shinji? Maybe Kuchiki Byakuya?"
Another swirling vortex promptly discharged four more infants, each wearing clothes that conveniently included name tags.
"That's not exactly a whole lot better, you know!"
I sighed, paused and decided to make another appeal to the Heavens.
"What the Hell am I supposed to do with them, anyway?"
Considering that I promptly found myself in front of a house bearing the sign "Okashii Orphanage for Extraordinary Children", I think that my reaction was justified.
"Okay, I get the hint already!"
I sighed and started on the task of trying to raise Harry Potter, Rekka Hanabishi, Robert Haydn, Gaara of the Desert, Rei Ayanami and Toushirou Hitsugaya.
-------------------
Two months later, things had settled down somewhat. My impromptu orphanage was, judging by where the front door lead, apparently in a Japanese town named "Nekomi", less than a block from a Buddhist temple. The "orphanage" apparently had all of the appropriate papers filed and a reasonably large bank account, I was apparently registered as a citizen of Japan, my parents apparently didn't exist, Gaara and Toushirou apparently disappeared for several hours each day, my Japanese was a lot better than it should have been, there were doors in the orphanage apparently leading to various places throughout the world, and my eye still twitched whenever I thought about the fact that my orphanage's sponsor was apparently the "Ueki Haruko Memorial Fund", but I got along reasonably well and the kids had started to grow on me. The fact that the house had a decent computer and internet access didn't hurt, either, but the six of them had started to grow on me. In fact, I would have suspected that divine forces were trying to make things easier on me had I not known better. As I did know better, I didn't have any suspicions of the sort; the name of the fund providing for the orphanage was more than enough of a hint for things to go well beyond mere suspicion.
I had tried to get help or to find a way back to my life several times, but I couldn't just abandon the children, and that limited my options. More, I had discovered, shortly after the one-year anniversary of my "acquisition" of the six children, that Gaara and Toushirou were "disappearing" back to Sunagakure and Rukongai, respectively. I had hired help, but there was no way that I would trust my assistant, an Atsuko Natsume, although she insisted I call her "Nuku-Nuku", alone with kids for very long and no one else was responding to my ads. Every now and then, Harry would do something weird, like turning Nuku-Nuku's hair green or covering my skin in green polka dots, but overall, he was a pleasant and helpful child.
Of course, few things last long, and the same went for my comfortable ideas as to just who had been playing around with my life. Shortly after Harry's fourth birthday, I was approached by another potential assistant, a woman who introduced herself as Athena Kohasei. Given her first name, I probably should have realized who and what she was, but I was both desperate and stressed. To make a rather long story short, the conversation proceeded until I mentioned that I was afraid that my "children" -- I truly had taken them as my own by this point -- all had long and difficult roads to walk, would probably face obstacles that I couldn't even begin to help them with, and that I wished that I had the power to stand by their sides and lend them assistance when they faced their destinies without becoming a burden.
As her face began to glow and a beam of light shot through the ceiling, I just sighed, palmed my face, and once again turned towards the heavens.
"Why me?" I asked, palming my face before turning to Athena. "You know," I stated flatly, "I'd have said something else if I'd known you were here to grant me a wish."
Edit: The idea, BTW, is to follow Harry as he goes to Hogwarts, not the "family", although other stories, following the others, might be an idea.
Edit2: Replaced the above text with a more proofread version.
Edit3: Replaced the above with the full first prologue.-- This message brought to you by Ely Lilly, makers of SeraFem: Happy Pills for PMS.
