DISCLAIMER- I do not own any of the characters except for Aries. I stole them all from Harry Potter. I also don't really own the style of writing. I stole that from Lemony Snicket.
Book the First of the Series of Unlucky Occurrences
THE SINISTER START
by Remis Lupin
To Aries:
Gentle, gracious, gone
Chapter one
This is not a happy story. I would recommend putting it down right away. It begins with tragedy, there are many tradegies in the middle, and it ends with a catastrophe, which here means tragedy. You may have heard of the expression, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." This means that if you get a gift, such as a horse, you should not be picky and critical about it. You should be content with it.
Now, the Potter childrens' lives do not contain many gift horses. It's true that at the start they were quite content, because they started out with a gift horse. Harry, at age 14, was the oldest of the Potter children. He was a decent wizard, as were all the Potters, and he enjoyed Quiddich, a sport played on a broomstick. He was always feeling the wind and thinking about how it would feel to be up in it riding a broomstick. He was the seeker on their school Quiddich team.
Hermione, at age 13, was the middle Potter child. She was very smart and extremely good at spells. She almost always had her wand with her, and was constantly waving it and muttering spells under her breath. At that moment, her hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. This showed she was concentrating on a spell, and didn't want to be distracted by her hair.
Ron was the youngest Potter. He was 12, and enjoyed chess very much. He and his father, James, would spend hours playing wizard chess. Ron was very proud on the day that he finally beat his father, who was also quite good. He was six years old at the time.
The Potter children lived very happy lives, and they didn't think that they were at all taking them for granted. Today, they were spending the day in Hogsmeade, a town near their home. It was Winter Break, so they were not required to attend Hogwarts, their Wizard School. Hogsmeade was not very crowded during such cold weather. The three siblings were sipping Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Harry was studying the Quiddich poster that hung on the walls, Hermione was thinking about the right spell that would warm up her butterbeer, which had started to get cold, and Ron was puzzling over a chess game that he had not quite finished with his father.
Suddenly, the Three Broomsticks' doors opened, and in stepped a short man with a hat. Harry looked up at him dubiously. At first, he was a bit wary of him, especially when he sat down at the table next to him and his siblings. Then he recognized him, and greeted him.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Harry nodded.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Hermione said.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Ron smiled.
Mr. Fudge did not smile back. Instead he looked sadly at the children, and sneezed into his handkerchief. Mister Fudge was a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and the children remembered him having dinner with their family on many occasions.
"I'm afraid I have something dreadful to tell you children." Mr. Fudge sighed, looking down at his feet. "Your parents, and your house, and all your furniture, clothing, toys, broomsticks, wands, books, pieces of parchment, chess sets, dishes, dolls, wands-
"You already said wands." Ron pointed out, hesitantly.
"Ah, yes." Mr. Fudge nodded. "Well, that and much more have been destroyed by a horrible fire.
The three children stared at him in silence. They couldn't possibly believe what was happening. They just gazed at Mr. Fudge unblinkingly.
"I am in charge of your affairs." Mr. Fudge continued, pausing to sneeze into his handkerchief. "When Harry comes of age, you will receive the vast Potter fortune. Until then, it will be kept in Gringotts. I will begin looking for a home for you at once. For now, you can live with my family."
The Potters just nodded dumbly. They were still in a state of stupor.
"Come along Potters." Mr. Fudge said, standing up. He began walking toward the door, and the children- orphans now- followed him into their new, horribly unfortunate lives.
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Book the First of the Series of Unlucky Occurrences
THE SINISTER START
by Remis Lupin
To Aries:
Gentle, gracious, gone
Chapter one
This is not a happy story. I would recommend putting it down right away. It begins with tragedy, there are many tradegies in the middle, and it ends with a catastrophe, which here means tragedy. You may have heard of the expression, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." This means that if you get a gift, such as a horse, you should not be picky and critical about it. You should be content with it.
Now, the Potter childrens' lives do not contain many gift horses. It's true that at the start they were quite content, because they started out with a gift horse. Harry, at age 14, was the oldest of the Potter children. He was a decent wizard, as were all the Potters, and he enjoyed Quiddich, a sport played on a broomstick. He was always feeling the wind and thinking about how it would feel to be up in it riding a broomstick. He was the seeker on their school Quiddich team.
Hermione, at age 13, was the middle Potter child. She was very smart and extremely good at spells. She almost always had her wand with her, and was constantly waving it and muttering spells under her breath. At that moment, her hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. This showed she was concentrating on a spell, and didn't want to be distracted by her hair.
Ron was the youngest Potter. He was 12, and enjoyed chess very much. He and his father, James, would spend hours playing wizard chess. Ron was very proud on the day that he finally beat his father, who was also quite good. He was six years old at the time.
The Potter children lived very happy lives, and they didn't think that they were at all taking them for granted. Today, they were spending the day in Hogsmeade, a town near their home. It was Winter Break, so they were not required to attend Hogwarts, their Wizard School. Hogsmeade was not very crowded during such cold weather. The three siblings were sipping Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Harry was studying the Quiddich poster that hung on the walls, Hermione was thinking about the right spell that would warm up her butterbeer, which had started to get cold, and Ron was puzzling over a chess game that he had not quite finished with his father.
Suddenly, the Three Broomsticks' doors opened, and in stepped a short man with a hat. Harry looked up at him dubiously. At first, he was a bit wary of him, especially when he sat down at the table next to him and his siblings. Then he recognized him, and greeted him.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Harry nodded.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Hermione said.
"Hello Mr. Fudge." Ron smiled.
Mr. Fudge did not smile back. Instead he looked sadly at the children, and sneezed into his handkerchief. Mister Fudge was a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and the children remembered him having dinner with their family on many occasions.
"I'm afraid I have something dreadful to tell you children." Mr. Fudge sighed, looking down at his feet. "Your parents, and your house, and all your furniture, clothing, toys, broomsticks, wands, books, pieces of parchment, chess sets, dishes, dolls, wands-
"You already said wands." Ron pointed out, hesitantly.
"Ah, yes." Mr. Fudge nodded. "Well, that and much more have been destroyed by a horrible fire.
The three children stared at him in silence. They couldn't possibly believe what was happening. They just gazed at Mr. Fudge unblinkingly.
"I am in charge of your affairs." Mr. Fudge continued, pausing to sneeze into his handkerchief. "When Harry comes of age, you will receive the vast Potter fortune. Until then, it will be kept in Gringotts. I will begin looking for a home for you at once. For now, you can live with my family."
The Potters just nodded dumbly. They were still in a state of stupor.
"Come along Potters." Mr. Fudge said, standing up. He began walking toward the door, and the children- orphans now- followed him into their new, horribly unfortunate lives.
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