Cervical Cancer More Condition_symptoms House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter Five

Blurring Lines House
Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

can read on Fanfiction.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/6154552/5/Blurring_House_Lines

(Part One) (Part II) (Part Three) (Part Four)


Part Five San Valentiny Citation Quidditch

&; Nbsp; "How they got into this mess?" Asked Madam Pomfrey, while Marcus Nataliya sombre bed nursing home bed hospital wing.

"A curse," said Arthur. Madam Pomfrey looked at him sharply.

"They were playing with dark magic, I suppose?"

"We found him in a dungeon" Francis said curtly.

"Where were stuck, you three?"

Francis smiled sideways. "We heard something," he lied. "We ran towards the sound, was not far from the potions room, and looked like a scream or something. But when we got there we only saw it lying on the floor. "

Arthur had to admit, Francis was a good liar.

"Seeing that he has been cursed, do not think this boy will recover soon," said Madam Pomfrey while accommodating the pillows. "You'd better go, you three."

---

Arthur, Francis and Nataliya ate in silence. Finally, feeling a little frustrated at that, Arthur tried to put a topic of conversation.

"So, uhm ... what nice weather we're having, huh?" Said hesitantly, looking at the enchanted ceiling. You could see many gray clouds on them.

"Pathetic," Francis mused, "You just kill conversacióny had not even begun, Arthur."

" Well, at least I want to talk about something rather than sit and eat my shepherd's pie in absolute silence, "said Arthur. "What do you think was doing the mayor, trying to break the curse of the chair?"

Nataliya shook his head. & Ldquo, Nyet, does not end with a damn chair sitting on it, that's just stupid. "

" What if it was cursed? & rdquo , asked Francis.

brow ceñoy Arthur shook his head as well. "Are you trying to say that Marcus Lesauvage was making a beautiful morning walk through the dungeons, he felt tired and decided to sit in the front seat she found? & Amp; rdquo;

Francis frowned. "You have a point there, Sourcils."

Nataliya spoke again. "Well, we were there to decide whether it was really the Busby chair or not. So what was it? ".

"How will I know, we got distracted with the Governor!"

A hush fell over the three, which was interrupted by the arrival of Alfred to the table.

"Hey Artie, Francis, Nat!" He exclaimed with energy, stomping on the empty seat next to Nataliya, with a hamburger in his hand.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Asked Arthur.

Alfred

paid no attention and continued talking. "Did you hear about the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin? Let's kick his asss, because they're cool! Our search engine, which is great, broke his arm the other day, and our booking engine sucks, so I hope yours is worse. Did you see the evil that was Snape with us today? I could not believe that took points Grffyndor Feliks only because his pot painted pink. I mean, it was stupid, but seriously, what Snape can not leave us alone?, Everybody makes mistakes, right? Well, I do not like Snape and Feliks either, but he dislikes Feliks because Snape never seems to wash your hair, greasy and disgusting like tea! So c & oacutee; mo go? "

The three stood looking at Alfred, almost as if he had grown another head. After a moment, Francis said, "I lost the thread from" the next Quidditch match, Alfred.. " American

Just opened her mouth again to repeat what he said, Francis raised his hand. "Non, ne pas repete it. I lose again. "

---

& nbsp;

The Quidditch match was a day before Valentine's Day. Such an occasion almost goes unnoticed, almost, because on 14 February, Francis was a huge pile of letters from female fans.

"You and your fucking fan club," Arthur growled as he pulled a letter from inside your cereal, wet, and handed it to Francis. Driscoll cocked his head slightly, took a little bacon and flew away.

Francis laughed. "Aw, is jaloux-tu?" Looking rare letter. "Mais non, this letter is for you."

Arthur again took the letter suspiciously like a Howler. The letter was shaped like a heart, and barely opened, was involved in a lot of purple glitter.

Nataliya and Francis laughed. Coughing, Arthur left the cloud, with highlights on his hair, his clothes and eyebrows. "What the hell was that?" Growled & oacute;.

Apart from the evil glitter, the letter contained a simple message:

Please be my Valentine couple .

Francis raised an eyebrow. Nataliya chuckled. Arthur blushed profusely and looked at the Gryffindor.

Alfred was watching him. Their eyes met, and Alfred smiled.

Arthur blushed even more.

---

Quidditch field was decorated with red and brown on one side and green and silver on the other. Arthur, Francis and Nataliya, all the colors of your house, you got good seats in the stands on the side of Slytherin.

"Nice day for a party, does it make?" Said a voice just sat down. It was Ivan.

"My dear brother!" ExcNataliya lick, going over Arthur and Francis to reach it. The high Hufflepuff looked at her puzzled.

"Dear sister, what are you doing?"

"Coming to you, dear brother. "Nataliya whispered. Arthur Francis and tried not to laugh.

Nataliya Once she sat on the lap of his hermano "Ivan did not look happy about it," Francis Arthur turned and smiled at him sideways. "You know, I do not mind if you felt ..."

"you dare not even finish that thought." Le said Arthur, drawing his wand and pointing to Francis.

---

teams walked Slytherin and Gryffindorthe court, holding their brooms. The captains shook hands as if trying to break his fingers to the other. Madam Hooch to whistle, the teams and the balls flew through the skies.

"Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle" It Montague passes to Flint, oh, now Morgan Gryffindor has it-and there she goes OUCH! Is hit by a bludger launched by Bole, Slytherin! The Slytherin again with the ball-Flint arches carries it now, there are Johnson and In-Flint's happening! Shoot-La is, Wood's has-no, SLYTHERIN RECORD! "

Francis and Arthur stood and cheered.

"I heard the Gryffindor seeker broke both arms?" Said Ivan, almost conversational tone.

"Yes, Alfred told us that," said Arthur, looking like the Gryffindor trying to score a point back.

Francis nodded. "Ouais, Madeline told me that he was in the Forbidden Forest Hagrid helping or something."

At that time, Gryffindor scored a point, making the red and gold sector of the stadium burst into cheers. Arthur sat back and watched as the Slytherin scored again. Again and again, again and again ...

There was a sudden Swooosh cerca your head. The reservation form Gryffindor flying low over the stands, as if the snitch was on the head of the spectators.

"Seriously, what idiot chose to be search engine?" Arthur asked, squinting at the figure.

"The boy who was attacked by Venomous Tentacula" said Nataliya.

Terence Hoggs, the form of Slytherin, exceeded that of Gryffindor. The Slytherin team was ahead: ninety to sixty.

"Come on, Gryffindor," said the commentator. "They can do it! There goes Pucey, but OH! Johnson withdrew the Quaffle him. Johnson passes to Durant who passes to Morgan, Johnson again! Angelina Johnson scores! RECORD Gryffindor! "

maintained bludgers The rappers like cushions of a gamepinball, the searchers were chasing each other around the court, in a dangerous dance. Arthur and Francis observed, Arthur did not realize that the hand of Francis was on his. Nataliya and Ivan also observed, Nataliya remained firmly attached to the lap of his brother.

"Slytherin is winning by one hundred and forty to ninety" said the commentator. "There goes Morgan, Gryffindor, enduring through the field, flanked by Johnson and Durant, Durant is knocked out by a bludger-Weasley Montague blocks with the other, and Oh Merl & iacutee, n, Barnabas Will Rowe found the golden snitch? "

reservation seeker was flying with a purpose, right in front of Ely out of reach there was a flash of gold. Gryffindor galleries went wild, shouting "WE ROWE!" At full volume.

Rowe was close, it looked like he was going to achieve just-when a bludger rushed toward him out of nowhere and kicked him out of his broom. CHT MLXC

The crowd went wild. The Gryffindor screaming like crazy, happy watching the Slytherin. Higgs Ternce quickly ran after and caught the Snitch, effectively ending the game and giving the Gryffindor another reason to hate Slytherin.

---

While Arthur, Francis and Nataliya (recently exorcised his brother's lap) and walkingn towards the castle, they found Alfred and the other Gryffindor.

"It was so unfair," complained Alfred.

"Higgs caught the Snitch and Rowe. It is completely fair. " Arthur replied, unmoved.

"Well, if Charlie Weasley had not broken the arms, Rowe would not have been playing for us! & Rdquo;

Arthur shrugged. "If you want to change things, go and join the damn team."

looked and Nataliya Francis, Francis was talking to Madeline and Nataliya listening. "Come to dinner, Nat" he told the Belarusian and offered his arm.

She nodded and took it.

_ * _

* Shepherd's pie : o shepherd's pie in English, is a typical dish brit ; unique consisting of a layer of ground lamb and covered with mashed potato and optionally a layer of cheese. That's what wikipedia says!

(Continue with the sixth)

Fredericton Auto Auctions time table: # 8 Race

Author: sony_km / / sony
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Claim: Spike Spiegel / Julia
Table: Here!
Topic: # 08 - Carrera
Title: Chocolate Ice Cream
Summary: win or lose. Julia pays no attention to either, at least not with Spike.
Notes: wanted to write a few things in French, but ... just something I did not think Spike would.


Disclaimer: CCowboy Bebop HTMLXC not mine
Julia, like almost all women, loved ice cream, his favorite was the lemon. Also, (like many women) loved the chocolate. Aside from their taste in ice cream, also had one that few people knew: bet. "Gambling" does not mean an almost unhealthy love to go to casinos to waste their money, sometimes yes, of course, but Julia bet many other things too, not usually win, but after Spike bet, win or lose irrelevant.

Sometimes, Julia and Spike went to a nearby place to get ice cream and when she made her request for "lemon ice cream and chocolate", received a disapproving look ill-concealed by partand the waitress (or maybe it was envy, not every day you saw a woman with such a body as that of Julia order one of the largest ice cream ... with chocolate). His companion asked one of the same size but different taste.

One of those many days, while waiting for their order is delivered, to Julia came up with some idea:

-Spike, a career.
-A career - he repeated what?
"Let's see who finishes first ice cream.
- What if you just give me first? - Spike asked, smiling.
"Whatever you want - Julia replied, the smile became wider Spike" But if I win ... - he said "... You say you love me. Aloud.
- What kind of thingis that? - Spike asked again, his smile faded. That was not the kind of thing he would do so as well, much less on a bet.
"I never have said ..." Of course
if ...
- ... Aloud, Okay? I do not take me so long as you do.
"Okay - Spike replied crossing his arms, a grimace on his face. He did not like too this, he was a friend of the actions than words. "I love you" sounded empty, silly, preferring prove more varied ways that their creativity will allow. But there she was, asking him to say. Another of the many things about women than for men was and would remain an enigma. Julia heard the laughter and whisperedThey got up and walked silently wrapped in the same silence, to Julia's apartment. When they entered, Spike did not think too much, with a quick movement, sat on the couch, while his hands roamed her body. Julia murmured his name, arching her back, wanting to be closer to him.

Spike was concentrating on his neck, but he decided to raise her mouth to his ear.

"I love you.
- What?
"You know what I said. Say to me, you won.

Julia smiled, one way or another with Spike always win out.

Candida More Condition_symptoms Hetalia

LOL! All they did in FB but I do on LJ ~

is that FB notes are what gives me I do not know why (?)

Why no mood to say 'with much free time '?

was very long! I leave almost half! LOL XD


Chapter 1, Why are you?: 17, and went on 18 Dx?

2 ° Your Favourite character: England

3 ° The character you hate Korea.

4 ° Your favorite yaoi couple: USUK

5 ° Your other three favorite couples: Fruko, Spain / Lovino, and all others! XD Your

6 ° otros three favorite characters: BadTouch trio.

7 ° The other three people who most hate in Switzerland, Hong Kong ... It is not really hate, but not me I will not come x)

8 ° Your favorite hetero couples?: Prussia / Hungary

9 ° The best singer: I do not know my interest XD

10 ° Your favorite song: ...

11 ° Allies or Axis: Allies

12 ° Baltic favorite: I like Estonia for all your geekicidad! xD
favorite Asian
13 °: 14 °
Taiwan
favorite Ally: UK
favorite
15 ° Nordic: Finland. 16 ° Axle

favorite: Italy xD

17 ° Favorite Group: Allies badtouch trio, and the trio of Uk / Denmark / Prussia, FailedBrothers think they are called.

18 ° funniest USA XD, northern Italy

19 ° The most sexy: UK, France ...

20 ° The most desperate Korea
Dx favorite
21 ° Women: Hungary

22 ° The worst sings ... Episode 23 °

favorite: When Iggy wants to have a hairstyle like France ... XD
favorite scene
24 °: 25 °

favorite pet: Hanatamago

26 ° Hetalia or Chibitalia?: Both, D

27 ° tomatoes or potatoes?: Tomatoes

28 & amp, deg; England to France or USA?: both again (???)

29 ° Austria with Germany or Prussia?: Prussia, Germany is to Italy. Italy

30 ° S. with Españao Italy N.: In Spain all the time.

31 ° Prussia, Russia or China?: China?

32 ° Japan with ... xD: Taiwan, awww '

33 ° I resent the repeated scenes of the beach?: No! I was much laughter in fact, that show all the time xDD

34 ° think the episodes should last longer: Yes! do not kill it in 10 minutes, at least.

35 ° Since we know the series?: I remember that was one day I, Stalker pacally by Facebook, as always, and suddenly I see an application called something like 'Hetalia! World tour 'or something like that XD, and had pictures of different flags of the world and cartoons ... and I *-*, and well, I discovered there XD

36 ° you regret?: No.

37 ° is the only number you see: No

38 ° think that Germany is too rigid?: yes

39 ° Veneziano think is very silly?: LOL, yes XD 40 °

think Japan is too cute: No. And I do not like so well either: |

41 ° think that the USA is Fat: No! XD think

42 °England is crazy?: NO. SUBJECT TO FINAL POINT. 43 °

think China is very effeminate?: Oh my God, yes. 44 °

think Russia is a good person: No, not nearly anywhere near 45 ° XD

think France is a virgin?: LOL xD No

46 ° think that Spain is a gentleman?: Bone is very friendly. 47 °

Romano think is sweet?: Shi

48 ° Your favorite quieter Canada

49 ° Does your favorite tsundere more: England.

50 ° Your most favorite Yanderes: Russia XD Like 51 ° dreamed

with some character?: No? CHT
MLXC 52 ° Which character represents you the most?: I think ... Austria 5%, Estonia 15%, 40% England, 30% Finland, 10% OOC (????????)

53 ° A few know who watch the show?: Among the people of MSN, FB ... are several.

54 ° As you can imagine the end?: I hope never ends \u0026lt;3 But probably achieve the world peace or something (?)

55 ° I'd see the whole series in one night?: Yes

56 ° ; Your favorite ending is ...?: Marukaite

57 ° Your favorite blonde?: Iggy
pelioscuro
58 ° Your favorite?: Spain. 59 °

you like any character other than a country: -

60° Have you done any cosplay character?: No, because as Rei, too old and poor to make xDDDD

_ * _

questions about music because I break them I do not really like Japanese music, or other series hetalia or too pop xD ~~~~~~ In my life I've liked only a few songs, so I do not like me parameters on which ma , s, who sings better / worse, etc, etc.

If I miss a question, it was by clueless: c though that should not surprise anyone xDDDD

Fredericton Car Auctions House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter Four

Blurring Lines House

Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)

original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

Notes: Arthur with his friends, Francis and Nataliya, decide to investigate on the great mystery surrounding the chair of Busby. Is it possible that the chair is in the dungeons of Hogwarts? Is it possible to attack the students ...?

FF.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/6154552/4/Blurring_House_Lines

(Part One) (Asda part) (Part Three)


Fourth Meeting
part in the dungeons

Winter vacation ended, and Arthur barely noticed it.

"Did you miss me?" Cried Gilbert just entered the Great Hall on the first day of the new school term.

"Yes, of course, as you say," muttered Arthur.

"A peu, mon ami," said Francis, with an unintelligible expression on his face.

showed them Overhaul & Gilbertyou, his typical smile and ran to the Ravenclaw table. "Hey Roddy, Roddy!, Did you miss me?"

"Caro did not!" Said the angry voice of Roderich Edelstein forever.

"What? How can you not miss my awesome self? "

" Back to School, hm "Arthur murmured, turning her attention to the calendar. "Look what we have today."

"Two hours of potions to Gryffindor," noted Nataliya.

"Good! & Amp; rdquo; Francis said with a smile on its side, looked toward the Gryffindor table, where Madeleine Desmarais was talking to the sleepy Greek boy. ________________________________________



The Classroom Snape was always cold. The students were huddled around their cauldrons, trying to pick up some heat from the tiny fire in the base.

"try to make a simple project of healing today," said Snape, raising a small jar. "And unless they are complete idiots, do not take long to do this."

Arthur looked towards the room ofGryffindor, where Alfred was looking at the instructions of his book as if they were in French.

"Jones!" Snape said suddenly, causing the U.S. to tremble a bit of surprise.

"Yes, sir?" Alfred looked up over his glasses.

"What you do today?"

"An attempt at healing potion ...?"

"Congratulations, you were listening."
Arthur
and Francis laughed mockingly. Alfred's looked ugly.

classbegan to make the potion. Arthur and Francis worked together; Arthur porcupine quills weighed as carefully grinding Francis beetle eyes to make a fine powder.

"Carefully, Arthur," he said as he poured the powder into a liquid, "Do not go to inhale any of this." Arthur

raised one of his bushy eyebrows and looked at the book. "Well, I think we should add the teeth now."

"Non, we must wait for another minute, or until the potion on a blue again." Wait

No, watching the color changing potion. Finally, Arthur looked at his watch again and added the fence.

The potion turned purple. Francis laughed a little. "Only you could enjoy this, Arthur," Arthur murmured while stirring the contents.

Arthur's eyes. "And now look again before adding Sporklesprout roots. Do you cut now? "

Francis nodded, pointing to the roots finely cut on the desktop. Arthur looked at his watch.

Were the first to finish the potion, winning ten points to Slytherin. Alfred looked at Snape took his bottle while healing your desktop.


"how did they end so quickly?"

" C'est parce que je suis trop sexy ," Francis said with a smile of self-sufficiency. Arthur looked at him strangely.

"Since when it has to do with Potions?" He asked. ________________________________________



The Gryffindor rushed to leave the room just Snape sent them away. Arthur, Nataliya Francis and remained there for a while, but Snape had disappeared into his office and closed the door.

"I wonder if the chair is in his office?"

"Non, I bet he is in the remotest dungeon of the castle," said Francis.

"Why are we trying to seek the seat again?" Asked Nataliya.

"To see if Busby is the chair or not," Arthur said, walking out of the room.

"Attends-nous" cried Francis.

Instead of turningthe left, towards the upper levels of the castle, the three Slytherin went right, into the deep bowels of Hogwarts. ________________________________________



"Marcus" a slow, husky voice whispered. "I have moved."

Marcus's voice answered. "Mr. Busby, I assure you will find a comfortable body soon. "

" is not soon enough for me, Marcus. If you do not find a body, I'm afraid I have to use yours. "________________________________________



" Look Arthur, la chair is not here, "complained Nataliya, shivering slightly in the cold.

Arthur shook his head. "Snape said the seat was down here, so it must be around here."

Francis rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Maybe it's a dungeon, but in another area of the castle - Aghh!" Arthur and Nataliya be turned to face him, only to see through the wall fell .

"Francis!" Cried the two at the same time. Arthur ran to the wall, hit marginallyou; foward.

"Francis, Francis You hear me?"

"ouais, je peux," Francis said, his voice sounded muffled.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Arthur pressed his ear against the stone.

"I fell through the wall, of course," said Francis, "I'm sure that if you lean in that place like you too."

"Are you kidding? I'm leaning against the wall right now! "

" push harder against the rock "said the voice of Francis.

At the time Arthur more pressure to the wall, it gave way, and Arthur fell into a dungeon. Moments later, Nataliya came through the wall too, landed hard on him.

"Aaargh!"

"Sorry, Arthur." Arthur felt like it went off and stood up, looking around.

The fourth cell was surrounded by arches and pillars. There were some lines at the top of the room that made in a little sunlight, forming a series of mysterious shadows and lights in the pWALL. In the center of the room had a chair on a small stage. There was someone on the seat, was slumped over her, and his arms hanging lifeless.

"Is he dead?" Said Nataliya, kneeling in front of the figure and tilting the head up. Francis stared.

"is Marcus Lesauvage" he whispered. "It's prefect."

"He shook my hand when I went to Slytherin!" Said Arthur, recognizing the face.

Marcus's eyes were open, her dark eyes watchingto do nothing. He was pale, and it was amazing the resemblance he had with a dead body. Nataliya trembled a little. "Was not he was always quiet, after the first day of school? I never heard him speak after he showed us the rooms. "

"Nor do we hear a lot," Francis said.

"So how do you know?" Nataliya searched the boy's pulse at the wrist.

Francis laughed. "Oh, her younger sister is a second year Ravenclaw. Do I think I told you about it, non? & iQuest; Lissete Lesauvage? "

Arthur winced. "Maybe two months ago, because the name sounds familiar. Is he alive, Nat? "

Nataliya nodded. "Hardly."

"Oui, mais ... if this chair is the Chaise du Busby, will not live long unless we get it to Madam Pomfrey." Carefully Francis crossed his arms and legs. "I would not mind ... I should not fear for my life every time I talk to Lisette ..."

"Better shut up, frog. Let's take him to the hospital wing & RDQuo;. Arthur nodded to Nataliya, who took his wand and waved a swish-and-flick.

"Wingardium leviosa!" , Marcus's body rose from the chair. "Mobilicorpus!"

As the three went through a door on the other side of the dungeon, Arthur glanced back at the chair.

(Continued: five)

Wedding Program Sayings [7 / 10] Rukia Kuchiki / Izuru Kira

Title: Silence
Author: sony_km
Fandom:
Bleach Character: Kuchiki Rukia
Couple: 7 / 10
Izuru Kira Genre: General .
Rating: PG-13
Number of Words:
Warnings:


Disclaimer: Bleach not mine. It belongs to Kubo-sensei. Rukia

not usually talk much, not because they believe too important, rather it was that for her was a little tricky to strike up a friendship situationones "normal" to one of his friends had met cede their powers, to another in the extreme danger of Rukongai.

Al silent Lieutenant of the Third Division, did not know him very well, but thought that somehow seemed to her by her expression of sadness, for his walk almost wandering.

But you decided to exchange words with him, until one day, the two were locked in the office of the Third Division.

-Kuchiki-san - he murmured, looking for something to say.
-Kira, "Rukia said, doubtfully How are you?
"My injury has improved somewhat. And you?
"I'm fine. Better than expected. Rukia realized that neither was referring only tophysical injury.

Hours later, Renji found them sleeping peacefully, her on the couch, he on the comfortable chair that had come before.

Maybelline Dream Matte Blush [6 / 10] Kuchiki Rukia / Inoue Orihime

Title: Dreams
Author: sony_km
Fandom:
Bleach Character: Kuchiki Rukia
Couple: 6 / 10
Orihime Inoue Genre: General .
Rating: PG-13
Number of Words: 408
Warnings: There are probably things they do not like.
Note: may edit this post later with the following pairing.


Disclaimer: Bleach not mine. It belongs to Kubo-sensei.


Orihimeand Rukia were very different. Starting

physical characteristics that were most notable in the first, in the second, and hair color, more attractive in the first than the second. As to their ways, they also tended to be very different: Rukia was strong and independent, Orihime, either by lack of confidence or fear, did not act comes a danger.

One of the few things they had in common had a name: Kurosaki Ichigo. Orihime was in love with him, which was obvious, (less for the same Ichigo) and Rukia too, only it was obvious to Orihime.

It was this feeling for a replacement which led them to spend a whole afternoon and part of the night "drowning theirsorrows in alcohol, "while talking about what was and could be. Maybe it was the desperate
"Kuchiki-san," Orihime or serious and nostalgic look Rukia, which led them to approach within inches of each other, and close the distance with a kiss, which was only interrupted once when the human girl gave the name of the shinigami, around her tiny waist with his arms, pulling her to herself, and sinking into the couch where they were. Orihime was there felt the thin, white hand of Rukia in his body, and wanted to keep it close, not clothes that interrupt the path, moved to tell Rukia what she wanted and she got it ...

... Ichigo awoke startled, looked around, trying to check your breathing. Rukia was concentrated drawing, looked under the blankets that covered him, he had his pajamas, and beside her a glass of water on your face, a damp towel, but, apparently, his face was not all wet.

Rukia realized he was awake:
- How do you feel? - Asked
-Best ... I ... - Ichigo said, the images of his dream in his head were spinning, I would like to know who had "No! - He exclaimed, shaking his head.
- What? - Rukia asked again, "Nothing surprised
-. Ichigo tried to hide his embarrassment.
-Inoue-san said he would come to visit today - Rukia told, ignoring what he had done. "Behave.
Ichigo turned his head toward the window, cursing Rukia. Something within him still insisted on wanting to know the end of what, after all, was only a dream.

Gloucester 20 Sailboat House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, chapter three

House Blurring Lines

Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_Hou se_Lines)

original author: Lily Winterwood ( fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

Notes: The third chapter = D

can read it on Fanfiction.net : www. fanfiction.net/s/6154552/3 /

Year One, Part III . E

l fall became winter, in the blink of an eye. The leaves of the trees, having turned to shades of red, gold and orange, now fell to the ground and slept under a big blanket of snow.

Arthur was sitting in the great room doing his homework. The door opened and Alfred, running. The U.S. moved quickly toward the Slytherin table, regardless of the ridicule of others, and patted the shoulder of Arthur.

"Hey Artie," he said, with an excited smile on his face.

"Do not call me" said Arthur, irritated,Nataliya Francis and simultaneously raised an eyebrow and laughed. He looked so bad, her cheeks reddening. "You two better keep quiet before they throw a curse."

Alfred laughed. "I want you to know someone, Artie!"

"But," the task, "Arthur managed to mumble before Alfred grabbed his arm and dragged him outside the Great Hall, for fun of everyone else. "HEY! Let go, you idiot! "

" You have to know, have tea and stuff! & Rdquo;

the end, Arthur was drawn to a small hut near the Forbidden Forest.

"Kirkland, eh," said Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, while poníaa boil a pot on the fire. "I met your brothers and your sister. Was not your brother Liam went to work for the Ministry, Department of Control of Magical Creatures Regulacióny? "

" Yes, exactly, "answered Arthur, watching Alfred feed Fang, Hagrid's the big dog.

Hagrid told him to sit next to the giant table. "Then & iquest, how you came into Slytherin? You do not seem the type. "

Arthur shrugged as he sat. "It was the choice of the hat" replied calmly, while Hagrid prepared two cups of tea, "Alfred had declined the offer.

"Well, I never thought I would say this, but the hat you put in the wrong place. Do not know the reputation of the House Slyherin? No wizard or witch who has turned evil, he stopped going to Slytehrin in his time at Hogwarts. "

" But the features of those wizards and witches were similar, as all were ambitious andutes, and Slytherin is looking for those traits. "Arthur took his cup of tea and sipped. He felt the hot tea through his throat. He coughed, and Hagrid's giant hand patted his back.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," growled Hagrid. "But you're not as bad as other Slytherin."

Arthur smiled. "Thanks?" I raised my cup of tea to his lips, but at that moment the door of the hut opened, and Francis and Nataliya stayed in the doorway, looking worried.

"Arthur, Arthur, you have to go back to the castle! "Nataliya's face looked paler than usual, and his hands were balled up.

"Why?" Arthur put down his cup and looked at Alfred and Hagrid.

Francis's eyes looked at him gravely. "Your brother was attacked." ________________________________________



Arawn lying on a bed in the hospital wing, his face and body bruised. Arthur ran to his brother and took her hand.

"What happened?" Questions &; Oacute; at him with horror. Arawn

looked at him, a small smile on his face. "But if my evil little brother" he smiled sideways. "What do you want?"

"Is it true? Someone attacked you? "

Arawn rolled her eyes. "I'm in the hospital, right? What do you think? "

Arthur sat beside his brother. "Can you tell me what happened? Who did it? "

"No idea. I was tired and sat on a chair and suddenly I was in pain, screaming, and some people brought me here, so here I am. "

" Nobody hurt you? How ... no one was there?

"Maybe I saw a tall, dark figure, but I do not know." Arawn shook his head. "Nope." ________________________________________



were dining in silence. Outside, the snow covering every inch.

"The two will leave for holidaysones for Christmas? "asked Arthur Francis and Nataliya, trying to create a little sound of silence.

"Non," replied Francis. Nataliya shook his head and turned his gaze to the Hufflepuff table. Arthur followed his gaze. Ivan was not there.

himself looked at the Gryffindor table. Alfred was silent for once, cutting his steak without comment. The fact that Alfred was silent and was a cause worthy of wonder.

After dinner, Arthur returned to the Slytherin common room. Extending over a leather sofa, closed & amp; oacute; eyes.

Arawn had been attacked by something, "Maybe someone had cursed him without noticing? Or perhaps the chair on which he sat was damn-

Arthur rejoined. ________________________________________



The office door of Professor Wang was ajar, and through it came voices. Arthur peered through the crack and saw the Professor Wang in conversation with Ivan, the boy in Hufflepuff.


"I'm worried about this school, aru," Professor Wang was saying "Too many secrets between the wallis this castle, aru. "


"The chair, Professor," said Ivan. "He attacked the Gryffindor. Could it have been the chair? "


" Who knows, aru? It looks like the chair of the photos, aru. Professor Dumbledore has quarantined the chair, who knows if an innocent student comes and sits in it, aru? "


" Cree is the Chair of Busby, sir? & Rdquo , asked Ivan, and Arthur watched him fiddling with his scarf.


Professor Wang was silent for a long timeand then spoke. His voice belied his true age, hidden under a mask of youth.


"I do not know, aru." ________________________________________


Christmas fell on the castle as snow. The Great Hall was decorated festively with twelve giant trees, all adorned with sparkling fairy lights and candles. Like most of the Slytherins had gone for the holidays, Arthur, Francis and Nataliya almost all the dungeons were free for them.


"Well, Christmas is here and in the dungeons will be only youI, Nataliya and the Prefect, who never actually uses the Common Room "Francis said as he dropped into a chair. With Arthur leaning on him, watched Nataliya knit a scarf, and wrapped around a high-backed chair just in front of them.


"What holidays more enjoyable," said Nataliya, a catlike grin adorning his face.


"Who is that?" Asked Arthur, eating a scone that was looted at breakfast.


"To my brother." Arthur Francis and exchanged glances.


"Bien sûr," Francis said lazily, stretching and then returning to its previous position. Began to play with your hair Arthur.

Arthur's face turned red, which looked very strange under the green glow of the room. "Q-
do you think you're doing?"

"What seems like I'm doing, mon cher?" Francis smiled on one side, giggled Nataliya . ________________________________________



"Joyeux Noël!"


Francis was reached quickly by a pillow from the bed of Arthur.

"Ah, oui, je t'aime aussi."

"Shut up, frog" Arthur rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Give me back my pillow."

"Non, you gave me, obviously, is my Christmas gift ..."

"It's not! In fact, I took the trouble to buy a gift, now give me my pillow! "

" A cadeau pour moi? "Francis said excited, then plunged into the huge pile of gifts-most a, of course, allgirls who had been seduced in the first half of the year.

Arthur turned his attention to his own pile of gifts. The top package was Nataliya.

Francis looked over a half-opened package of what looked like a box of chocolates Bulgarians. "A stuffed unicorn," she asked.

"Hey, it's cute!" Arthur said, and hugged the stuffed animal. Leaving aside, selected the following package. Erin was.

I had woven a bright green scarf, and came with a note that dECIA: "Wishing you a Merry Christmas to the black sheep of the family. With love, Erin. "

Peter gave him a box of sweets Bertie Bott's Every Flavor. Arthur made a mental note to let the flavors Alfred disgusting.

Liam gave him a miniature model of a unicorn. Arthur smiled, appreciating the little things that his brothers did, even when they were never tell.

Francis had given her a box of French truffles. "There are ... mixed with something, right?" Said Arthur, looking at the box and then into French sospechosamente.

"Non, why would ruin a chocolate so perfect?" Francis laughed, turning to his gifts. "Mon Dieu, I have too many chocolates. You gotta help me eat, if I eat them all get fat. "

Arthur looked back at her gifts. Hagrid had given him a can of biscuits, which Arthur could not eat without having toothaches. Alfred gave him a book about magical creatures strangest in the world, and a box of Earl Grey.

"Arthur, merci beaucoup for the book The Best of British food," said FrancisSuddenly, holding the book with a slight nausea expression on his face. "Surely I will have nightmares for weeks."

"Oh, calm down."

The door opened and Nataliya. "Thanks for the chocolates and roses, Arthur." He said with a smile.

"Ah, yes, is delighted to remain always in bloom," said Arthur, with a slight shade of pink appeared on her cheeks. Francis

raised an eyebrow. "Qu'est-ce que c'est? "Our Artie, being romantic?"

Nataliya rolled her eyes. & LDQuo; Honestly, Francis. You're so egocentric. By the way, thanks for the camera. "

" Ah, Oui. Do you know how to set it to moving pictures? "

" No, do you teach? "

" Of course. "Francis smiled sideways. Arthur did not want to Nataliya was going to do with your camera, so do not even bother to ask.

"Ivan gave you something," asked Arthur.

"Yes, a sunflower." Arthur and Francis looked at each other, Both trying not to laugh. ________________________________________



Alfred was waiting for breakfast. "Merry Christmas!" He exclaimed. "Thanks for the game so great, Nat and Francis!"


"De rien," Francis said casually, eating their eggs.

"And Arthur, uh ... thanks for the book of horror stories."

Arthur smiled sideways. "Yes, at least with these will have a real excuse to scare you."

A sudden shadow fell on them. Nataliya turned and jumped onand the person who cast the shadow. "Ivan," cried, hugging the bewildered boy.

"Oh, Nat, Can you please drop? I think you broke one of my ribs. " Nataliya

head stubbornly refused. "Nyet, brother, I'll never let go."

"But ... But sister, I can not breathe!"

Alfred, Arthur and Francis laughed. "It is almost wicked to see how much I enjoy seeing this," Francis said, still laughing. ________________________________________



How there were so few andtudents in school, the House tables had been replaced by a single table for dinner that night. Francis could not even complain about the Christmas dinner, or maybe it was because someone had mixed her whiskey pumpkin juice.


"Crackers!" Said Professor Dumbledore after dessert and away the dishes. "Merry Christmas, everyone!" Arthur opened a

with Francis. The cookie was a loud BANG! and let out a pirate hat and a model of a pirate ship float. Grabbing his hat, Arthur, put on his head. Francis winked.

"You'll be a sexy pirate," said smiling sideways.

opened another with Alfred, which contained a hat marked "muggle aviator cap." Alfred put it, complementing her jacket perfectly.

"Hey Artie, you want to come to the Gryffindor Tower with me?" He said as Dumbledore began to order all in one round to sing Christmas carols. "Fred and George make a party, locked in his habitacióny Percy've got a little extra food in the kitchen."

"Une fête?" Said Francis who had been listening. & Amp; ldquo; Sounds fun, non? "

" Da, we "agreed Nataliya. ________________________________________



Gryffindor Tower was well decorated and cozy. The red and gold ornaments, and pictures of famous Gryffindor were on the walls. A cheery fire crackled in the fireplace.


"Hey Alfred!" A very red-haired boy greeted him. "How nice to see you again, but why did you bring a Slytherin?"



"these guys are nice-Slytehrin as nice as can be." Alfred smiled enthusiastically. & Ldquo; This is Artie Kirkland. "


"It's Arthur, actually." Shorts Arthur.


"Call Artie" Alfred laughed, and Arthur looked at him badly. "And these two are friends: Francis Bonnefois - Yes, it's French-and Nataliya Arlovskaya."


The boy smiled. "Well, Welcome to the Gryffindor Tower! I Gred Weasley, and this, here - another guy that was identical to first joined them, "is my brother, Forge."


Arthur laughed. "Hi, Fred and George & RDQuo;.


The two looked at him. "Did you hear about us?" Fred (or was it George?) Asked, eyes wide, staring innocently.


"You two are always out there," Arthur looked at the tables, which were filled with food. "Who else is? And how the hell took so much food without calling someone's attention? "


" It's a secret "they both said simultaneously. ________________________________________



On the way back to the dungeons of Slytherin, the tris passed through the great hall. The doors were open, but inside the lights were dim.


At the sound of voices, the three were crouched behind a nearby statue. Were left until after the deadline in the Gryffindor Tower and the last thing they needed was being caught lurking in the night during Christmas vacation.


"The chair must be moved from the cells," said a voice.


"Professor Snape is!" Whispered Nataliya. Francis made a noise to be quiet.

"I know, Severus, but no ning & amp, desktop search, No more appropriate place. Many students do not bother to stay in the dungeons, so there is every chance that the chair wins another victim. "Professor Dumbledore's voice could be heard, even sober after the large quantity of mead he had drunk at dinner.

"Yao has found a more appropriate place for the chair?"

"Not yet. I hope I can find a place soon, because ... "Dumbledore sighed, and the three students now struggling against panic as the two teachers were placed before him, Snape closing puErtas as if to leave.

"Why?"

"Harry Potter Hogwarts begins next year. Should you find a chair and accidentally sat on it, we are all doomed. "

continues: (Part Four)

Sterling Silver Ring - Blessing From Zion House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction, Chapter Two

House Blurring Lines

Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_Hou se_Lines)

original author: Lily Winterwood ( fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

Notes: The second chapter of this story, I'm on vacation taking advantage of upgrade to the speed of light ( ?)

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Year 1: The chair of Busby

"Welcome to Slytherin, Arthur Kirkland" said the prefect of the House, holding out his hand. Arthur shook it and sat down. Francis, on the other side of the table before him, smiled sideways.

"We meet again, Sourcils" he said. Arthur nodded, looking at him angrily.

"Yes, frog." Answered.

The selection ended a guy named Vash Zwingli was put into Hufflepuff. While I was at the table of Casto the Director - Albus Dumbledore - He stood to face the room in general.

"Welcome back to another year," he said, his blue eyes flashing behind the half-moon spectacles. "While they are here, I can learn something, whether new spells, or never play with Tentacula Venomous."

There murmur among the other students. Arthur glanced inquiringly at one of the students to look friendly, and she replied, "Some of the Gryffindor tipitos finished seeing them in St. Mungo black last year."

"& iQuest: And how is he now? "he asked.

"It's a little crazy, yet. There walks, "she said, pointing to a boy from the Gryffindor table seemed to be drooling over his plate. Arthur winced.

"And what did eat his brain?"

The girl shrugged. "I wish I had, anyway. It was a dirty blood. " _ * _




"I'd like to introduce our new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Wang has traveled all the way fromChina. "In the words of Dumbledore, a man with long hair stood up and bowed.

"It looks like a girl, right?" Someone at the table said sarcastically. "I wonder if you know how to make one of those strange tricks of kung-fu?"

"I just hope to teach the subject well," said Arthur, to no one in particular. The Slytherin did not seem a friendly bunch, mostly because they all had an air of conspiracy surrounding them.

"Our last teacher was a complete idiota "said one girl. Just

feast appeared on the table, Arthur focused on avoiding the gaze of Francis.



_ _ "Oh, you Brits can not cook" Francis said with disdain, just finished her dessert. "At Beauxbatons food was simply superb."

"Why did not you stay there, then? And how is that you are an exchange student in the first place? "

" At Beauxbatons started before, "Francis replied calmly. "And the studIanto young and old are kept in separate wings of the castle, almost isolated from each other. And I could not stay, my parents made me come up here. "

His French accent was going crazy Arthur, however, was the only Slytherin with which he was comfortable - in a broad sense of the word comfortable.

"The food is great! I do not know what you mean, Frenchie. "Gilbert was served another cake. "The muggle food is far worse than this."

"Have you tried the food muggle?" Someone who was listening to the conversation preguntó.

"Tastes like shit, to know that," said Gilbert, so arrogant.

"There is always so horrible," said Arthur, feeling a little defensive. Francis

sniffed about food. "I keep saying that the cuisine of France is much better," he sneered, before turning and looking Nataliya. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle."

She looked at him badly. "You do not even dare Bonnefois. I have a knife. "

paled Francis, Arthur laughed. _ * _



The Slytherin prefect of the guidedto the common room, located near the dungeons. Dimly lit by a greenish glow, was decorated as the lair of a dark wizard. It was the perfect room to plan and mount murders.

"Boys on the left, right girls," said the prefect carelessly, motioning toward the arches leading to the bedrooms. Arthur, Francis, Gilbert, the guy with the mask and another guy who said he went to his bedroom Bulgarian. Inside, there were five beds surrounded by four columns made of dark mahogany four-poster bed linen and dark green. The room was not as cool as it seemed, and their trunks ESCOdollars had already been placed. Driscoll empty cage in the corner, the bird had been released to go to the Owlery.

Francis and others were sitting on their beds talking. Arthur watched over his book.

Could get used to Slytherin?

Do you like?

"do you think, Sourcils?" Asked Francis, Arthur looked at him. The boy was lying in bed like a cat, smiling. - Smiling in a simple, no pun intended.

"Nothing," lied. "AbsOluta nothing. " _ * _



Dear Erin, Liam and Peter,

I went into Slytherin. Do not be angry with me, was the decision of the hat, and almost went into Gryffindor, anyway.

Hogwarts, to my surprise, turned out to be not as terrible as I thought, "Sure, I could ignore the duties, but all subjects I find interesting. The one I like is Potions, is like cooking, only the results are so delicious, and barely edible. The subject I like least is History of Magic, but that's only because Professor Binns speaks very monotonous. The story itself is fascinatinge.

known I've been doing here. There is an incredibly loud American in Gryffindor, called Alfred and everything he does is eat hamburgers and try to save people. Also Francis, which is francésy is in Slytherin. He is ... well, it's French. And Nataliya, who is from Belarus and is also in Slytherin, is beautiful, quiet and very violent.

maso least in a week I will be flying lesson. I'm looking forward to it.

Love,

Arthuan r

Arthur finished his letter and sealed it with a broochgold, keeping your writing utensils. He got up and threw the bag over his shoulder, with the intention of addressing the Owlery.

anyone descended from the tree under which Arthur had been sitting, smiling. "Hey Artie!" He said with enthusiasm.

"What you want, Alfred?" Arthur's green eyes looked at him suspiciously. Alfred shrugged his shoulders, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jacket - the wearing of the uniform instead, Arthur thought that there should be some rule against it, and smiling.

& ldquo; Nothing. What have you there? A letter? "Alfred quickly took Arthur's fingers, making the British mumble a few words and try to regain his card again.

"Give it to me, Yankee!"

"I will not, slimy Slytherin!"

"What do you think you're playing stupid Gryffindor ? What, you think I'm now exchanging secret correspondence with the Dark Wizards? Do you think the letter you have in your hands for You-Know-Who? "
Alfred
held it over his head, away from Arthur. "Well, if so, I have to cut your means of communication with him! It is the work of a hero! "

" Moron, This letter is for my family! "Arthur was furious again. He made vain attempts to snatch the letter while beating the American, without even giving importance to tears of rage ran down her cheeks.

Alfred's mouth opened, as if to laugh, but saw the tears. "Ooh," Artie is crying, "she asked. CHT
MLXC Arthur grimaced and tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "If I am, none of your business," he muttered angrily.

Alfred's expression became more serious, and handed the letter to Arthur. "I" began, but then looked away, shrugging his shoulders.

"What?" Said Arthur, looking bad.

"Sorry."


_ * _


Arthur was flying.

Above the trees, felt the wind in your hair and emPezo to laugh very hard, regardless of who attended.

The others were in the air too - at least the majority. Some had returned to earth, one had even fallen off his broom.

Francis slipped to their brooms were on the same level. "Enjoying the view?" He asked.

"If I am not of your business, the grenouille."

Francis laughed. "Well, I think that's pretty nice for a country so perpetually sad and rainy."

"Stupid french & amp; eacute; s unbearable. "

"You know I love it."

At this point, Francis and Arthur had set a semi-amicable relationship. Arthur did not care to admit, but I was beginning to enjoy the company of the French, when the Frenchman was too busy being an arrogant idiot and perverted, of course. Nataliya

flew by them. "I think I could get used to this," she said, her voice low and calm. Arthur nodded.

"Hello Nataliya" the Belarusian girl nodded back.

"Hello Arthur,Francis. "

"Salut, Nataliya. Comment vas-you? "

" Well, a little dizzy, but good. "He smiled, lips are tight. "I'm going now, I must find my brother. See you at lunch. " And with that, went down to find the Hufflepuff Russian named Ivan.

"Ivan?" Francis said, shaking his head. "I honestly do not know what is in it."

"Sure, because you only have eyes for yourself."

"That's a lie, Arthur, I have eyes for you & rdquo.

Arthur's cheeks were dyed pink. "Q-what?"

"I have eyes for you and many others. I love you all, but really, do not know why Nataliya is so obsessed with Ivan. Mon dieu, it's your brother!

Madame Hooch whistle sounded, and Arthur and Francis descended from the heavens. _ * _





"Can anyone tell me what this is, aru?" Asked Professor Wang as he pointed a photograph of a chair.

The class was still a boy until GrFeliks Łukasiewicz yffindor called up his hand. "It's like, totally, a chair. Duh. "

" Five points to Gryffindor, aru. But can you tell us what is special about this chair, aru? "

Arthur raised his hand.

"Yes, Kirkland, aru?"

"Busby is the chair, the chair of the murderer cursed Busby. Anyone who feels there will die. "

There were murmurs around the classroom.

"Ten points for Slytherin, aru. Exactly, is the chair of Busby, named after Thomas Busby. Muggle historyThomas Busby that he murdered his victim, Daniel Awety in a club, after Awety threatened to take her daughter Elizabeth. But the magicians know that this was not the case, aru. Busby was a magician, and killed with an awful Awety spell that made her look like the body of a man maimed, aru. Muggles Busby was sentenced to the gallows and be buried in a pit, but as he was led to his execution he cursed his favorite chair in the inn where it had all taken place. And so to this day, aru, one can say that all who sit in the chair found Busby's death. "

The class was great at listeningention, and Arthur could see by the corner of my eye, Alfred looked quite pale.

"There are some who say that Busby is not dead, by a magician and all, aru. Even say, aru, which will return, and you will see a figure without arms and with a blurred face. Nevertheless, there are some who say that the chair is just a legend.

Arthur looked at the photo. The chair was there, looking innocent and harmless.

shuddered. -*-




Additional Notes: Just in case anyone is wondering what the title of this story, Blurring House Lines, vendríaa be something like "Fading the lines between the houses," referring to erase the boundaries between them ... it seemed a very long title so that's why XD I kept the original title
continues:
(Part Three)

Diy Diving Weight Mould House Blurring Lines, Fan fiction

House Blurring Lines

Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)

original author: Lily Winterwood ( fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)

Notes: the story is set during the time that Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts, nations go a year before Harry and company.

Pairings: USUK, Fruko, and couplesHP canon. Much later, UKJP

I make this translation with permission from the original author, is a story that entertained me enough. = D

can also read it in Ffiction.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/6154552/1/Blurring_House_Lines

Rimer P years
C hapter a

The owl flew low, at the height of the houses. Hovered, silent in the dark, with a letter attached to its leg. It was a great owl, and aleonada regia. I flew with a purpose, and did not pay attention to images and sounds AROUNDdor. Detecting
destination, landed on the sill of the window and hit him repeatedly on the glass. ________________________________________


Arthur Kirkland, eleven years old, awoke from a dream about fairies and unicorns when he saw an owl sitting on her windowsill, hitting the glass with the heel.

"What the hell do you want?" The boy asked the bird, which only slightly cocked his head and flapped its wings.

Arthur crossed the bedroom to the window and opened it. The owl swoopedinside and sat on his shelf. Arthur
then realized. "I have eleven years now, and you've come to visit, and there is a letter on your leg, which means ...!" Eagerly, he untied the letter from the owl's leg. They were heavy parchment, and his name was written in letters extremely worked.
opened it and began to read
.
"Arthur Kirkland, has been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ..." ________________________________________


"Look, look, I got my letter!"

baj & Arthur; Oacute; running down the stairs, her robe hanging and clinging to his shoulders as if he were living in it.

ran through the kitchen, and sat down next to his older brother Arawn, who was already in her third year at Hogwarts.

"As if we were not expecting that at all," he said his other brother, Liam. He graduated last year and now had a job in the Department of Control of Magical Creatures Regulacióny.

"Be kind, Liam", Arthur's older sister, Erin, spoke. "Nobody said no heaviness when t &desktop search, you got yours. "

Peter, the youngest, fell slowly to the kitchen. "I heard about a letter," said drowsy, while Erin placed a plate of kippers and eggs in front of him.

"Arthur was received from Hogwarts' He explained Liam.

Peter looked at him with wide eyes. "Ooh! "I can see?" Arthur handed him the letter. Your little brother read avidly. "Ooh! I can not wait until I get mine! "

" Shall we go to the alley Daygon, then? "Arawn asked, while another owl came home with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Do you have your list of materials?" Asked Erin. She was also graduated, and had a job in the Department of Magical Law. Shaking her wand, made the empty plates of the family flew to the sink, where they began to clean themselves. Arawn

shook his head. Just then, another owl came with a letter. ________________________________________



Diagon Alley was crowded as usual. Arthur had been there & iacute; several times, but rarely buy anything, except ice cream in the flower shop Fortescue. The fact that he was there to buy school supplies for the first time I was very excited.

First, the family stopped at Gringotts to get money. Then bought all the things that both Arthur Arawn and needed. After that, Erin Arthur offered help to finish buying their stuff, while Liam went with Peter and Arawn for a walk for a while.

"What kind of pet you want?" I asked Erin as they came to the House of Magical Creatures. Arthur thought

por a moment. "An owl," he said finally. "Would it be practical, no?"

Erin nodded, while showing the direction of the Owl Emporium. ________________________________________



Arthur and Erin left the store with the new Arthur owl named Driscoll. They took way to shop Ollivander wand.

Mr. Ollivander was a very nice old man, whose shop appeared to be made just boxes and boxes of magic wands. Measured after Arthur, disappeared from a pile of boxes, then volsaw another great plenty.

"Haber, try it. Twelve inches, cherry, fiberglass dragon. "

Arthur only played when the wand had been replaced.

"Ten and a half inches, mahogany, phoenix feather." That also was replaced.

"Eleven inches, real oak, unicorn hair."

Arthur took it, and suddenly felt a pleasant tingling in the arm. Red sparks flew from the tip.

"Yes, yes, congratulations!" Mr. Ollivander smiled & oacute, and packed up the wand. While Erin was paying, he continued talking. "The most curious thing ... is that the wand did not seem to be compatible with anyone." ________________________________________


King Cross Station was bustling and crowded the first of September, when Arawn and Arthur, surrounded for others, pushed their carts through the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

The Hogwarts Express steam poured out on people on the platform. Arthur checked his watch. Ten forty-five.
"Are you coming back for Christmas?" Asked Peter.

"No, I will spend Christmas at Hogwarts." I replied Arthur, while Arawn Liam helped him up his suitcase on the train. Arawn's cat, Tristan, light jumped on the train after his master, mewing. Arthur Driscoll took the cage while now Liam helped him with his trunk. "Goodbye" she told Erin and Peter.

"Goodbye" said Peter, his voice off for the first time.

Arthur Driscoll boarded the train with an arm and trunk in the other. After a few minutes of walking, he found an empty compartment, where he sat and watched &; Oacute; through the window. Arawn had left the train to say goodbye.

Eleven o'clock, the whistle blew, the train started moving and Arthur watched his family in the platform-Peter running after the train, waving and screaming as Erin and Liam stayed behind I would also. He saw their faces vanished, becoming blurred. Then he took a book from his backpack and began reading. ________________________________________


"Hey!"

Arthur looked up. Someone had attached to his chamber. CH
TMLXC "Who are you?" He asked haughtily.

The boy smiled energy. He was blond, blue eyes framed by glasses and had a tuft of hair sticking out. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, and I'm a hero! "

" You talk like an American, "Arthur said, frowning. "Why did you come to Hogwarts?".

"I received a letter, of course." Said Alfred, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"There is no magic schools andn America? "

" No cool enough for the hero! "

That, Arthur decided it was a pretty lame excuse. Changing tactics, he asked. "Well," And what home you expect to come? "

" Gryffindor, of course. All the heroes go there! "

Arthur winced. All his family had been in Gryffindor, so since I was afraid I would have to be in the same house that the U.S. loudmouthed.

The above talkative American exaggeration ... I was talking otrto time. "Anyway, I could not believe I'd got a letter! My parents were surprised! My brother, Mattie, got one too. It's right next to you. "

Arthur blinked and looked left. Indeed, there was a boy much like Alfred.

"Hi, Matthew Williams said, sheepishly. Holding a polar bear.

"I accept no polar bears at Hogwarts?" Asked Arthur.

"Nobody noticed that boarded the train, so I thought that no matterlaughs a lot. In addition, all he does is eat fish and forgetting names. " Said Alfred, with his mouth full of hamburger. Arthur had no idea where he had taken, and would not find out.

He sat in his seat. Would be a long journey ... ________________________________________


Midway, the cart arrived and Alfred and Arthur bought some sweets.

"They have very strange candy here!" Alfred said as she bit the tip of a stick of licorice.

Arthur grimaced, but decided not to make comments. C
HTMLXC compartment door suddenly opened and three guys came. "What they walk, people are not as cool as me?" Asked a boy with silver hair and red eyes, smiling sideways.

"What do you mean I'm not as cool as you? I am a hero! "Exclaimed Alfred.

"Tomatoes, anyone?" Asked the boy to the right, had brown hair, green eyes, and holding a tomato.

"No, thanks." Arthur said politely.

& ldquo; But tomatoes are delicious! "exclaimed the boy.

The third guy just pulled a rose out of nowhere and I winked. "Bonjour, Mon Cheri," she said, smiling sideways, causing Arthur's cheeks turn red.

"Get out of my compartment, frog" he growled. Oh, so that a student of Beauxbatons would study at Hogwarts now?

"Pourquoi?" The French boy seemed almost hurt, but then laughed and gave Arthur rose, kissed her hand and making the British flushedara again and you look bad. "You look très mignon, except for Sourcils TES. They are like two tracks on your forehead. "

Arthur understood, and hit the boy. "Do not make fun of my eyebrows, stupid!"

The other two boys laughed. "We Francis. You can flirt the Brow later. "Said the first, laughing.

left the chamber, leaving behind a confused Alfred, a startled Matthew, and a livid Arthur. ________________________________________


Hogwarts Castle was tall and formidable, as the starry sky and the clear lake. Arthur was on a boator on the lake along with the other freshmen. With him were Matthew and Alfred.

The boat passed by others and the French boy, Francis, blew a kiss to Arthur.

Arthur was happy that no one would notice the color seizing their cheeks.

in port. Leading the group was a guy named Hagrid truly enormous. Arthur suspected giant had blood in his veins.

entered the castle through the front doors. Everyone else seemed to be in the Great Hall. Freshmen were taken to an adjoining room to the Great Salt & oacute, n, and then waited.

Arthur looked at the rest of his class. Seemed to have enough students. In one corner, there were several Asian, one of them greedily grabbed the breast of another and the rest were standing quietly. In another corner was a tall boy with a scarf around his neck. A girl was taped to his arm. Another girl was standing near her, "Arthur looked away from her large breasts almost immediately. Poor girl, probably would have back problems.

There were two guys arguing in Italian, one of them had their eyes closed and the other was holding a tomato. Weretrain the three boys, the frenchie now flirting with a girl with black hair tied in two pigtails, and almost albino flirted with a brunette parecíaa hit point. There was a tall and a bit intimidating standing at almost albino who was watching the Italians had blonde hair slicked back and his clothes had the appearance of being freshly ironed.

"I heard that to get in one of the houses have to fight a troll!" Said Alfred excited in the ear of Arthur, Britain jumped in fright.

"nonsense," he whispered & oacutee; it.

"But it sounds like something that a hero must do!"

"Can you leave the trash hero for an hour or two?" Demanded Arthur.

Alfred opened his mouth to retort something, but suddenly turned pale. "Are there ghosts here?"

Arthur laughed at the reaction of Alfred. The ghosts walking through walls, and Alfred gave a shriek of terror, clutching the arm of Arthur.

"They are harmless, silly," whispered Arthur.

"But they are ghosts! ” Alfred watched them approach with wide eyes.

"They can not hurt. Look, that is the Gryffindor ghost. Nick is almost-decapitated. This is the Fat Friar is the Hufflepuff ghost. And the Grey Lady of Ravenclaw. Slytherin's ghost is there, call it the Bloody Baron. " Alfred

paled even more. "It seems that it can hurt someone," she whispered.

"How many times do I have to say that are harmless?"

Their conversation was cut by Professor McGonagall, the teacher who had, A guide to that room, had re-entered and told them to form a line and which is arranged to be presentable.

The draw was beginning. ________________________________________


"Adnan Sadiq." Masked guy stepped forward and sat on the bench. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and took a few moments until he cried:

"SLYTHERIN!"

The table decorated with green and silver welcomed the masked guy.

"Arlovskaya, Nataliya." The girl who had been clinging to the tall boy's armleft him, shook her skirt and sat on the stool. The hat barely touched before placing well in Slytherin.

"Beilschmidt, Gilbert." Nearly albino was placed in Slytherin.

"Beilschmidt, Ludwig." The tall, imposing blonde sat on the bench and ended up being sent to Hufflepuff.

"Bonnefois, Francis." The frenchie sat on the bench and winked at the room in general. The hat put him in Slytherin.
"Braginskaya, Yekaterina." Prominent bust She was placed in Hufflepuff.

"Braginski, Ivan. "The tall young man proceeded to sit on the stool. The Sobrero took a little time with him, but finally located it Hufflepuff. While walking to the table in yellow, the girl Nataliya from the Slytherin table looked bad the other Hufflepuffs, almost as if he had kidnapped her.

"Carriedo, Antonio." Train the English boy was placed in Hufflepuff.

"Desmarais, Madeline." The girl I had been flirting Francis was selected to Gryffindor.

"Edelstein, Roderich." A guy came despuésy dark glasses and sat sBOUT the bench, upturned nose. Was placed in Ravenclaw.

Arthur watched as more people were selected, hoping and fearing at the same time when his name was called.

As a Japanese guy named Kiku walked calmly to the Ravenclaw table, Professor McGonagall called, "Jones, Alfred" Alfred

quickly sat down, and the moment he touched his hat head, shouted "Gryffindor!"

watched Arthur go to the Gryffindor table.

"Kirkland, Arthur."

Arthur walked and sat onand the stool. The hat was placed on his head, falling to cover her eyes.

"Hm, you have everything you are looking for every home," said a voice in his ear. Courage, loyalty, intelligence and cunning. Do I see you've dabbled in black magic before coming here? "


Hey, I was curious, okay? And the book of curses Liam was lying there ...
"More prominently see Gryffindor and Slytherin. What you would do well in both houses, you know. "


Just interests me at this point, there is a frog in Slytherin and american in Gryffindor!
"Really? Well, I guess I will put you in Slytherin! "

Arthur felt as the hat was lifted from his head and green and silver table cheering. By chance he glanced towards the Gryffindors. Arawn watched. And next to Arawn was Alfred, who was looking as if he had betrayed Arthur. Continuing

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(Part II)