• Published:April 17th, 2008
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• Category:Fan Fiction

In Gundam Wing:

Harry blinked. Why would Miss Forrite call Hugo “Trowa”? But Harry had to admit that “Hugo” didn’t seem to fit the tall youth, and resolved to call him “Trowa” like Miss Forrite did. It fit him better. And Harry like the name “Trowa” a lot better than the name “Hugo.”

“Thank you for bringing him all this way,” Aunt Petunia smiled. “He’s early, so my son and husband aren’t up yet, otherwise I’d introduce you to them.”

“It was nothing.” Miss Forrite replied, and Harry could hear her shoes click against the floor as she made her way to the door. “Before I go, who was the little boy in the kitchen?”

“Just Harry,” Aunt Petunia waved it off. “He’s my nephew. I don’t expect him and Hugo to get along well; he’s a terrible child. Misbehaves all the time.”

Harry blinked back tears. He always tried to be very, very good. He just. . . wasn’t. He didn’t understand why, because when he’d tried to act like Dudley he’d been beaten, but when he tried to be good his Aunt and Uncle laughed at him or ignored him or told him he was worthless. “He has my eyes.” A deep voice Harry hadn’t heard before offered.

It had to belong to Hu–Trowa. Harry smiled. So Hu–Trowa had noticed him! He was excited. “Your father had the same eye color,” Aunt Petunia dismissed it. “So did his mother.”

“I see.” Harry could almost see Trowa nod, even though Trowa was in the hallway and Harry was facing the stove. Moments later he heard Miss Forrite call out her good-byes to Trowa and the door opened, then closed.

“Make yourself at home,” Aunt Petunia told Trowa. “I’ll go and get Vernon and Dudley up.”

“Thank you.” Aunt Petunia’s footsteps faded, but Harry didn’t hear Trowa move. “You must be Harry.” The voice was a lot closer than Harry had thought.

Harry yelped and jumped, nearly knocking the bacon pan off the stove. Cold green eyes regarded him closely, and Harry shivered under his scrutiny, not wanting to look at Trowa, fearing Trowa would think he was bad, just like his Aunt and Uncle. Trowa gave a small snort, backing away from Harry and taking a seat at the table to wait for Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Harry felt his heart sink. Trowa didn’t seem to like him at all.

Was is possible that Harry was just. . . was just. . . unlovable?

Charmed

The girls picked up Wyatt and Chris then climbed the stairs to the attic. They put the boy in the playpen then began flipping though the book of shadows. After twenty minutes Paige slammed the book shut.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing about demons that use sticks as a weapon.” Paige said sitting down next to Phoebe and Piper.

“Well, let’s see if Leo found anything. Leo.” Piper called and looked up as Leo orbed in. “Well? Did you find out anything?”

“What attacked you was a wizard.”

“A wizard? You mean like Merlin?” Phoebe asked laughing.

“Basically. A dark powerful wizard is causing all kinds of destruction over in England and now apparently the demon community has made some kind of alliance with him. As part of that alliance he has agreed to try and kill you.”

“Are you telling me we are getting teamed up on?” Piper said getting angry.

“Yes, but the elders suggest getting help from the wizard who is fighting this dark wizard. He’ll be dropping by around three.” Leo said sitting down.

“Did they give us a name?” Paige asked.

“Yeah, It’s Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore.” Leo said.

All three girls burst out laughing at the sound of this wizards name, then went down stairs to wait on him.

Naruto:

Sakura leaned forward out the open window, feeling the breeze brush her hair out of her face. Sasuke and Naruto had recently taken it upon themselves to try to convince her to grow her hair out again, but she had gotten so used to short hair that she didn’t have any intention to. It was much easier to take care of, and she could keep it out of her face when she worked more easily. Besides, she just liked it.

All of a sudden there was a hoot from above her. Sakura blinked at the sound and looked up to see if she could spot it. To her surprise, a Sooty Owl, its grey and black feathers ruffled, was sitting on the pipe above her. It blinked down at her.

What the- what on earth is an owl doing here in the day? She thought, twisting around to get a better view. Come to that, what is an owl doing here in the village? I’ve never seen one here…

The owl hooted again and took off. It surprised her again by swooping around and landing on the sill beside her. In its beak was a letter made of parchment. Sakura could just barely make out the green letters on the front.

“Is this- for me?” Sakura asked the owl. Wait, what am I doing talking to an owl?! It can’t understa-

She broke off the thought, because it appeared that the owl was nodding to her. Sakura tried to look at it more closely, but didn’t get the chance to, because it suddenly dropped the envelope and took off, hooting.

Sakura picked up the envelope and read the front. It said:

Miss Haruno Sakura
The Northwest Window
The Second Floor
142 West Street
Konoha
The Land of Fire

X-Men:

“Don’t worry Wolverine,” Sabertooth smirked, “I’m sure she’ll be fine in heaven.” However, before Wolverine could lunge at Sabertooth, somebody already beat him to it. A Man covered in blue fur lifted Sabertooth, and threw him through the wall. “It’s about time, furball.” Wolverine growled. “All in good time boy.” The man replied. Then the doors burst opened and Lupin entered with a dark-skinned woman, with white hair.

Archive clapped and sent another wave. All of them invaded just in time. The woman started to rise from the ground, as she looked up. Her eyes became white, then out of nowhere a lightning hit Archive and sent her hurling through the same wall that the blue man threw Sabertooth.

“Logan, what happened?” the woman asked, as Wolverine ran to the wreckage and started lifting the debris out of the way. The Blue man and Lupin started to help as well. “Sarah’s – underneath – the debris.” He panted as he struggled with a very large part of the wall.

After a few debris that were lifted, the woman said, “There!” she pointed through the other side; there you see a hand poking out from all the parts of a machine. Wolverine was able to lift Sarah from the debris, “Sarah, can you hear me?” Wolverine asked, patting her cheeks lightly. Lupin held her wrist. “She still has pulse, weak, but stable. Let’s floo her to Hogwarts, the Infirmary is already ready.” “Then what are we waiting for?!” Wolverine growled, while carrying Sarah bridal style. “Let’s go.”

Dumbledore stood from his seat. “This has been a tiring night for all of us. Prefects, lead the first years to their dorms. Good Night.” The students left the great hall, while looking at the Xavier students with amusement.

As the students left, the Xavier students walked up to Dumbledore. “Will Sarah be alright?” a dark-skinned boy with gold eyes asked. “Madam Pomfrey can mend anything.” Dumbledore replied, as he left the Great Hall.

The Next Morning…

“That was a weird event last night.” Hermione said as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast. “Yeah,” Ron replied as he sat down, and began filling his plate with food. “I’m beginning to think that it wasn’t just wandless magic.” Hermione said, as she began to butter her toast.

Dr Who:

“So…” Harry started. He wanted to ask what Free Magic was, but his mouth instead blurted out, “What is this thing?”

“Well it’s my TARDIS of course.”

“Sorry a- what?”

“T-A-R-D-I-S. Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.” The TARDIS began to make its trademark whirling sound, as if disappeared out of time and space to give the Stilken the slip. Harry, however had absolutely no idea what the sound meant and back away from the large control console.

“Wait space? What are you an alien or something?”

The Doctor’s grin told Harry all he needed to know. “Merlin, an alien. So you’re like a Martian?”

The Doctor looked at him in mocked outrage, “I am most certainly not a Martian!” He scratched his chin thoughtfully, “Even though they are actually one of the few aliens in the Universe who fit the small, gray alien image.” He turned back to Harry and asked him in a pointed voice, “Now do I look like a small, gray alien to you? Hmm?”

“No- I guess not.”

Twilight:

Harry felt his life process slipping away and then he felt the cold lips touched his neck. The two stabs at same time, he felt the venom spreading into his blood… It was like searing pain. He snapped his eyes open, he saw the red eyes staring back at him and he felt the cold hands carrying him. He screamed in pain when the venom felt like fire burning inside his body.

‘It’s been like hours,’ Harry thought, his head still ached too much and his eyes couldn’t open. He felt the cold lips touched his neck, shivered at the touch. He feared what they were doing to him… Then his neck was bitten and sucked little. Finally, he felt the cold lips tore away from his neck. Before he could think, the venom was like fire spreading inside his body. He screamed and whimpered then writhing in pain as he opened his eyes, he found himself in the room which it looked like apartment. There were two people standing before him.

“Don’t worry; it’ll be over,” The musical voice said, and then added, “It’s only for three days.” This answered Harry’s unasked question.

Harry heard it, and then clenched his teeth as he felt plenty of knives stabbing his body. Much worse than the Cruciatus Curse, he shut his eyes to ignore the pain but the pain was going too great for him. To add this deadly pain, his scar burst like fire and he screamed in pain. His scar was smoking, thus disappearing. Then there was one more smoke from his body, but it quickly disappeared.

“That scar… was disappearing, Mark,” The girl with long hair and red eyes, she was deadly beautiful and she was shorter than the man leaning back against the wall. Her eyebrows raised as she said that.

“Yes, Karen,” He agreed, his red eyes staring at the boy writhing in pain. His hair was smoothed back like Malfoy’s and it was light gray, he looked a bit old but his body looked athletic and muscular. He was wearing the buttoned jacket (the collar was unbuttoned), wearing the jeans and the combat boots. He sat on the couch, his chin rested on his hands while his elbow on his knees as he leaned little.

“That scar is somewhat curse, now it seems something is broken,” Mark said, his red eyes closing as Harry screamed in pain.